I’ve gone really back and forth a few times on whether or not to write this post at all. Living out in the far outer rings of Silicon Valley feels like there is an unhealthy pressure to share a lot more of your life then you probably should.
I just landed after a quick trip for work in New Orleans and spoke with an old friend working a disgusting amount of hours in an ER and getting paid less than minimum wage. It really made me think about my perspective and reflect on how healthy or unhealthy it was (I may have also binge-read Bling Ring author, Nancy Sales’ latest “American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Lives of Teenagers – a must read). So, in this spirit, I really didn’t want the following post to be about that or just about me. At the end of the day what my West Coast move taught me is that it’s anything but about me. One year wiser and hopefully not an overshare 🙂 [Disclaimer: I stole/borrowed some of these photos from said friends]
Friends: Some are silver, the others gold.
I think the grind of living in New York City had gotten to me by the time I moved. I was tired of the constant activities, round the clock thoughts on work in the back of my head. By the time I arrived in San Francisco I was gleefully ready for a break. Then something happened. I missed my friends. My best friends from college, my new friends from the years after… a whole community I had built. I’m happy to say the move gave me a way to grow, try new things on my own and after many a visit I also realized that my friendships with them have only grown. Here are a few of the people that build me up and made “Home Away from Home” a reality.
Neighbors: Howdiddly Doodly Neighbor!
Neighbors aren’t really something I’ve had outside of when I lived with my parents. In college, you build a community of friends and in NYC, anonymity to a certain extent is part of the charm. Moving to San Francisco means that my neighbor will check our basement for rats while holding a weapon. It means my neighbor Kat and I can sit on her ledge, share a home-cooked meal and a bottle of wine talking for hours. On the weekends, it means going for an almond cookie and a chat at Zoll’s or our slice of France in SF, Bisous where the owner knows us and gives my boyfriend a huge bear hug when we walk in. Here are the neighbors that support us when the fog rolls in.
Work: Life Balance.
For anyone furiously typing away, lost in the vortex that is their daily work life…you just take things for granted. I couldn’t imagine I would ever miss the constant communication I had with my team on the East Coast. A year away and I realize that face timing them for editorial meetings daily and getting sent a rush shipment on my birthday of a giant cell phone pinata makes my cold work heart melt. Here’s to the people who’ve made our glass box in the sky filled with crazy fun times.
Travel: The World is Our Oyster.
West Coast living has exposed us to fresh produce, new and wonderfully close destinations and an endless amount of outdoor beauty. I can’t say how grateful I am to be able to look back and think of all of the naturally produced experiences that we have access to.
Happy One year anniversary to my boyfriend who picked up his life and moved across the country. My new friends who have joined me in 3-year-old park birthday parties and escape the rooms. My new mature self for not letting me buy this hideous, potentially dangerous piece of furniture. I love you California, thanks for a great year!