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.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Heading Home

Driving to San Jose, I called my friend that has commuted his entire career. He laughed because I had never been one to commute much. Told him I had already drank my water, eatin my Larabar and was barely on the on-ramp. So it was time to bug him. His commute was much earlier and longer, he was already in the office. Assured me it would not be that bad. I drove, music too loud and amused at how I never thought twice before of driving 45 minutes or an hour in LA.

San Jose, reminded me of a little kid playing dress up. The buildings and downtown seemed too big for its inhabitants. The meeting of professors and policy makers informative, leads on commissions, committees, and teaching opportunities abounded. Four hours of that is a lot though, so I made the graceful lunch time exit.

Detour after detour finally found the road back to the city. Fortunately the afternoon mixes had me dancing in my seat. Laughing at how that always seemed to kick off a holiday weekend, Richard Vission on Power. Good times. No idea who I was listening to but greatful for a familiar distraction of music spanning the last two decades that I could sing along with.

Back in the city met my friend and his mother that was visiting for a bottle of wine. Asked about my morning in San Jose and I told them about my observations. He said to his east coast mother, "It is the valley of the bay area." Easy, I am valley girl you know, then smiled because we are notorious.

Called my mom and told her about meeting my friends mom, and how he suddenly reverted to being a little boy in her presence. As we spoke and I drove the other line was an invitation to happy hour with my friend and her co workers. They suggested we hookah, and I am a growing fan of mint tea. Realized everyone was coming together to wish each other well before they headed to NYC, Seattle, Tahoe, and Los Angeles. Everyone does leave the city around the same time.

The sun has been out making it easy to work from home, walk to yoga, volunteer, pick up a latte. To restless to stay home join a friend for a walk into golden gate park, walk to the market and decide it is a salad and fondue night. Choose not to take up the three outstanding invitations. Staying home instead with friends, fondue, and of course wine.

Laundry done, suitcase half full, happy at the thought of heading south. Excited to visit with family and friends, yet suddenly feeling I am going to miss the urban buzz of this city.

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