That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco. There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre. With opening night only a week ago, I was still learning my lines. I was having trouble dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time. Exhausted, I almost had no time to relax. As I walked, I thought seriously about giving up both acting and San Francisco. “It is time to say goodbye” I said to myself. City life had become too much for me. I had expected to realize my dreams in such a big city but it seemed that I was abandoned. No one noticed me and no one cared for me.
As I walked down empty streets under tall buildings, I felt very small. It was freezing cold with wind blowing wild