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When I started writing for Stratejoy, I had just up and moved to San Francisco with no job, no money, no friends, no place to live, and no plan. I had a crush on a boy and a love for the Golden Gate Bridge, but that was about it.
It has been a lovely pleasure sharing the Stratejoy stage with such fun ladies these past few months. And now, for our second to last week as Season 2 bloggers, we’re doing a little interview.
Here’s a shockingly simple realization: I’m an adult and I can choose who I spend my time with. I know this isn’t some bizarre, novel idea, but for some reason it’s like I’ve only recently started to understand it.
For the 18 years before I was born, my mother was a flight attendant. Shortly after giving birth, she again took to the skies, and then promptly quit after realizing that sitting on the jump seat, starring at a picture of your baby and sobbing hysterically don’t make for a fun high-altitude hostess.
There’s a tea house here in San Francisco that sells, among it’s regularly priced items, a $60 pot of tea. When I first saw it on the menu, I thought it had to be a typo. I mean, $60? For tea?
Over the past few years, I’ve built up a small arsenal of go-to sources of inspiration. Things to click on, watch, listen to, read, and re-read when I’m feeling stuck in the hole.
The day my mom told me we were moving to London was the day I decided that I hated her and was in fact ready to live on my own. I was 8 years old.
When I was younger, I used to get so excited about having homework. Back then, homework meant responsibility and responsibility meant I was getting older, getting closer to being a grown up, closer to freedom.
Love is what we all have in common. And yet it’s the most impossible thing to describe. More than anything, love is our intangible common denominator.
I catch myself doing it all the time. “I’ll be happy when I have more money” or, “I’ll be happy when I’ve traveled all around the world,” or, “I’ll be happy when I’m in better shape” or, “I’ll be happy when I publish a book.” When, when, when. There always seems to be a “when,” doesn’t there?