Sunday, September 28, 2014

2 Year SF Anniversary

Today marks 2 years since I arrived in San Francisco.


When I think about how much in my life has changed in such a short amount of time, I'm filled with a sense of gratitude and relief.

A friend from Orange County brought up a former colleague - someone who was very negative and actively tried to sabotage other people.  I mean, honestly, people shouldn't be like this in general, but teachers REALLY shouldn't be like this!  (shame shame)

I stopped for a moment and thought, oh my gosh, I have no *******s in my life now!  Everyone in my life is about supporting co-workers and lifting people up instead of keeping them down so they can rise up.  The sad reality is that there were quite a lot of *******s in my former life, and the fact that I have absolutely none right now makes me happy.  I don't take that for granted.

I have made new friends who are my friends because we enjoy each others' company.

I feel recovered.

I feel like Naoko.

On another note, I've been hearing from former students a lot this past month.  I love this.  My favorite part of teaching was interacting with kids, and having some kind of positive impact on their lives.  I love that we can still interact and that I get to still be part of their journey to become whole people.

Thursday, September 11, 2014


I've been a little busy.

What's new?

Here is a list of things that have happened since I last updated my blog:

- I accidentally sat on some people on the bus
- I killed a giant spider by trapping it in a cup and then flushing it down the toilet
- Someone tried to get me to join a cult.  I declined.
- I watched TWO movies
- I ate deep fried french toast.  Again.
- I have been trained on how to make songs for a new app
- I am now dabbling in QA
- I went to my first happy hour at my newer workplace.
- I FINALLY had a blue drink.
- Found my spine
- Ate a lot of ice cream
- Facetimed for the first time
- Housed a visitor
- Moved offices - kind of

Other things happened, but those are the main points.

Or at least the ones I'm willing to speak about publicly.

Otherwise, I'd have to kill all who read this.  So.  Like 2 people.