Project Dissertation

I moved to this fabulous city three years ago mainly to; be near an airport for travel, be able to not trade my stilletos for trainers, and to finish my doctoral studies in four years. Yes, that pretty much sums up my priorities at 30. So now I am ABD with nine months to go and San Francisco is no easy city to ignore. Although, I would argue that each experience that deters my academic writing is really just needed inspiration. Welcome and I hope you enjoy...

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Bilingual, Bicultural, and Dual Citizen. J School B.A., M.A. in High Incidence Disabilities, & ABD in Education.

Monday, March 19, 2007

16 Hours

Cosmopolitan musings...

Weekend luggage unpacked, quick change to 6pm mass in keeping with Lent. Reading on the prodigal son, in my brain re-scripted to the prodigal daughter, I naturally get to be the daughter that has always been.

After the daydreaming walk away with the words: What matters is how we treat the sick and needy. Mental note, check, got it...

Text message shows dinner at 8pm. Conversation from me goes something like, "I just got out of mass, can't wait til 8." Dinner moved up, my friend is not alone, entertaining guests from the UK.

Oh, got it. In my mind I think mushrooms, bread and a glass of Sangria then home.

No, of course that is not how it goes- at all.

The engineer and the bodyguard make enchanting dinner companions. And picture phones help bridge the funny dialect differences and customs. I see my friend whispering to her guests and they are asking if I might join them for a day in wine country. I smile and say, I don't think so.

Well, I think I am being smart by evading another pitcher of sangria with a stop at Murios for post dinner billiards, but the tables were busy. My friend suggests the Elbow Room, they have billiards, right?

Right. So, a neighborhood away from home, the drinks flow and the bloke fresh off the international flight is out for the count. Game over, my friend decides we should go to Dub Mission, just upstairs. I really like it there. Ah, the music fused all together, dancing, and hydrating, where does the night go?

Sonoma was lovely. Nothing like leaving the city fog for a trip to the vineyard's...drinking, eating and sharing stories from trips taken and trips to come. Window down, green grass and grazing cows, imprinting new memories, and making new friends globally.

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