My CityFinally finding some time to get out and explore. Last weekend I spent a big Sunday afternoon walking through Golden Gate park, nearly end to end! Found the buffalos, then stopped by the Haight Street Fair and picked up the perfect Father's Day gift at Amoeba Records. Thursday, after my poor intern had a bit of a travel meltdown (she confused am and pm on her plane ticket) she and I and a friend of A's went for a long walk exploring Beuna Vista and Corona Heights parks, among other sites, via a walking tour from
Stairway Walks in San Francisco. After a tasty dinner of salad and pizza at
Chow we decided we'd had enough walking for the day and hailed cab home. Our driver shared his story - one brother killed in Algeria, fleeing to Mexico once his own life was threatened, getting caught crossing the border into the States, but that working out as he was finally granted asylum, and losing a sister to totally treatable infection back in Algeria a few years ago. It's entirely possible that this was a fabricated story to generate higher tips (in which case it worked) but I prefer to believe that it's true, and use it to remind me to be exceptionally good at my job.
Intern left before dawn the following morning for her newly modified flight, and I attempted to work (playing the waiting game since specific coworkers sharing this project with me are on vacation until Monday), joined a gym (though all the walking up hills and stairs seems to be doing the trick so far), grocery shopped, and managed to get a bit of work done at
Blue Danube Coffee House (there's something entertaining about hearing my order for Vietnamese drip coffee passed down the line in Spanish).
Today was spent shopping in
Hayes Valley. Although I now have the disposable income to not be intimidated shopping in trendy boutiques, I couldn't help thinking, Just because I have money doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'm content to drop some large chunks of change for genuinely higher quality articles of clothing, things I will wear over and over again, use to impress bosses and potential funders, clothing that will last for years. I'll even consider parting with a large-ish sum at places like
Lemon Twist, where hubby runs the front of the house and wife designs and hand sews all the clothes and there's loose fabric and sewing machines in the back where they'll make alterations on the spot. But I'll be damned if I'm going to be hoodwinked into paying top dollar for mediocre t-shirts just because they're being hocked at a boutique.
It was while indulging in my second glass of wine that I crossed some threshold into feeling at home here. I was sitting in a cafe across the street from my bus stop, enjoying the fact that I could indulge in this second glass because I had a sober ride home, knowing that I knew which bus I needed, which stop I needed, etc. This is my new home. And it's pretty awesome.
That's not to say that this whole life change hasn't been throwing me into panic attacks. Because honestly, it has. All things considered, life may be pretty dreamy right now, but it's also overwhelming and a little agoraphobia-inducing (though there needs to be a more precise word for this). What's throwing me for a loop is that this is the first time, ever, in my life, that there isn't an end goal in sight. I may have spent several years in college and grad school, potentially even more years than I'll spend here (who knows what the future holds?) but school always had a finish line. It may have been far away, but there was structure to it. This...this is all there is. There's getting up every morning and going to work, ad infinitum. Sure, work contains projects with structure and endings, but work and life here doesn't. Sure, seeing the future stretch out in endless possibility is exhilarating (I know, oh woe is me) but it's also terrifying. So I'm just saying. Lot's of time spent meditating and trying to give myself permission to feel overwhelmed and scared. So far that's been working out pretty ok.
