Like most people say, a picture is worth a thousands words, but I’ll try to do a bit of both to detail my first 6 months in San Francisco.
Moving To A New City
You start to question everything. You start to wonder if you made the right decision, you start to wonder if you rushed into things or if you should have left in the first place.
What if my depression will actually intensify due to the 6 month dark, long, German winter?
Recent studies have shown a dearth of social interaction with people you care about and who care about you not only leads to loneliness, but is also linked to a range of harmful physical effects. In other words: A lack of close friendships may be hazardous to your health.
I decided to have breakfast in the Village, at the Greek Garden. Next to me was a psycho with shoulder-length blond hair, a headband and beads, who said things like “I should have beat her on Rosh Hashona” to no one in particular. “I’m drinking coffee and sitting here just like I was a normal human being,” he told me. I just stared at my paper.
We got a cab to take us to the Sheraton Centre for the New York Press Club’s annual Byline Ball. Arriving just as the cocktail hour was breaking up, we headed for our table, where we sat with the head of the Parking Violations Bureau and his wife.
There’s less of an obsession with overworking, but just as much ambition.
Stop following the same path you’ve been on your whole life and create a new one. Push yourself and challenge yourself, don’t settle for a mediocre life because the world has so much more to offer you if you’re just willing to let it in and learn from it.
Maybe at one time it was truly a progressive and welcoming place, but that’s not what I found during my time living in the city.
The truth becomes a lot less scary when you’re not trying to avoid it.