Finding Myself in... San Francisco: Part II
Culture shock and whiplash: two great words to describe the feeling I've had jumping from the towering world of NYC, to the vast sprawling hills of LA, down to the quaint coastal villages of Mexico, and back up to the eclectic streets of San Francisco. I’m not complaining - the journey has been marvelous and eye opening to say the least - but my skin is definitely screaming in protest. The cold, humid winds whipping off the coast of San Francisco are a big adjustment from the gentle, warm ocean winds that circled around me in Mexico. I wake up in the mornings with my skin red and tight from the abrasion it fights while travelling on my bicycle the day before. My skincare routine is changing as quickly as my plans, and I wonder if that process will catch up to my mind sometime soon. How am I to know that these expeditions I embark on won't unwind some vital path of synapses I rely on and rewire me to an even more messy version of the person I am now? I suppose that's a risk ...