(Apologies in advance for the rambliness of this post, and for starting in the now rather than “chapterizing” like I originally planned! So much easier to write about doom and gloom than about happy moments 😉).
For two months I think I hit rock bottom. I moved sluggishly from room to room, between sleeping, crying, working, crying and sleeping. Welcome to my first few months in California, welcome to the experience that was supposed to be the adventure of a lifetime but turned out to be a disappointing, imprisoned depression.
So I like exaggerating, we all know that. But I honestly can’t explain how low and trapped I felt in my first couple of months, living and working in the same house, barely leaving the office-home combined space nor seeing other people. Learning nothing and consciously feeling my motivation slip away. It was only after some “traumatic-heartbreak-20-something-boy-problems” that I could finally put things into perspective and realise what is important to me and what is not. The well needed shake up!
People. People are important to me, fleeting encounters with strangers are important to me. These exchanges drive my passion for life. These moments of potential friendship or learning or simple pleasantries that you get in meeting new people is absolutely invaluable. I turned into THAT person, Billy no mates, who goes to the gym and talks too much to the receptionist until it becomes uncomfortable. Miss In Need of Social Interaction.
Structure. I very quickly learned that I appreciate structure. I like a challenge, yes, often the harder the better, but it needs to be firmly framed by structure. An end goal (why not throw in a couple of obstacles along the way) with a methodical way of reaching it. I crave it and need it otherwise I feel lost. Like I’m floating and unproductive – the ball of a pinball machine, bouncing off the walls in the hopes of vaguely reaching the target. #StabilityGoals
I have a terrible habit of being a cynical pessimist (nothing new there…). Maybe that’s the consequence of an inherently English girl who’s spent too much time in Paris 😉 though I cannot, in any way, say that I haven’t enjoyed this experience somewhere down the line. Albeit limited, I’ve begun to explore a culture totally different to anything I’ve ever known. I’ve eaten enough plastic cheese to last me a life time and have developed a serious peanut butter jelly sandwich addiction (I’m even putting peanut butter on celery…). I’ve eaten waffles, and fried chicken on waffles with maple syrup and even bacon waffles with bacon bits INSIDE the waffle 😱.
I’ve gone to the beach surfing in beautiful sunny January, seen San Franciscan views in a blossoming February, and discovered the SF electro scene in a wintery March. I’ve participated in the most unusual workout classes with a 60 year old Red from Orange Is The New Black lookalike in a beanie and Nike Jordans holaaaa-ing and bootyshaking to Sisqo. I discovered American-style Mardi Gras, lunched at Google, and managed to catch up with some wonderful friends from my not-so-distant past, I’ve done the whole “American Mom” thing watching elementary basketball Sunday league. I even signed up against all my convictions and moral fibre to a Tinder-esque dating app in a quest to get out of the house and meet new people…although it was amusing for 3 days, and then the novelty soon wore off. I’ve had a pretty horrendous photo of me published in the French Tech news scene (guess that makes me kinda famous). And most interestingly – in a social experiment kinda way – I’ve learned how to manipulate and play with social media and self-portrayal.
After all of the above and with 3 and a half weeks left of my American startup-life-tech-bubble adventure and some seriously long working hours to go, I’ve essentially learned that I’ve never appreciated my friends, family, Parisian life and utter freedom so much. And I can’t wait to see you guys very soon! ❤️