December 12, 2008 at 2:46 am (Joy, Personal)
I’m headed to San Francisco in the fall! Just six months ago this whole moving to San Francisco thing felt strictly hypothetical and now here I am with just one more semester at Las Positas.
Egads! How time flies!
(according to Urbandictionary.com Egads comes from “Ye Gods!” Good to know…)
So any advice on city life?
<3 Katie
December 6, 2008 at 11:35 pm (Joy, Personal)
I phoned the admissions office at SF state and inquired about my application’s status and I am pleased to announce that pending the arrival of my high school AP scores, which clear me of several requirements. Evidently, the budget crunch is only going to affect lower-division transfers, and since I’m transferring as a junior I’m in the clear. Phew! I have to say the idea of moving to the city and taking a year off to get my yoga teaching certification and also to get certified to teach English as Second Language was starting to sound pretty sweet…
But now I’m back to the original plan to take the next two years and finish up my Bachelor’s woo hoo!
In accordance with my plans I’ve begun looking into housing and job opportunities in the city and it is so exciting! I can’t wait to have a crazy lifestyle, with crazy roommates and find out what kind of adventures I’ll be getting into. Ideally, I’d like to live in a household of artistic folk…a guitarist, painter, poet…I would love to live with musicians so we could have sing-alongs. Who needs TV when you could sing or paint or dance instead?
As far as work goes, I’m thinking the best situation for me would be a part-time (between 20-30 hrs a week) nannying position. I started researching these on Craig’s list and one of the ads said, “must be willing to wear a uniform.” Just reading that and thinking about it makes me uncomfortable. Why would they want you to wear a uniform? So that they can strip you of your individuality and feel superior? I can understand if they said, “must dress professionally.” I know a lot of young women go around wearing scandalous clothing; I wouldn’t want some woman with her boobs hanging out watching my kids either…but a uniform? No, thank you.
Anyway, more important is that I’m going to be able to go to SF State and I am so excited and so thankful for this opportunity. I can’t wait to start this chapter in my life…only eight more months!
Love,
Katie
December 3, 2008 at 12:19 pm (Anecdotes, Spirituality)
I recently visited the beach in San Francisco for a Humanities project and while we were on the beach taking photos I thought it would be a good idea to kick off my shoes…I got so into taking pictures I didn’t want to be carrying my shoes anymore so I set them down, not even considering the possibility that a rogue wave might come up and try to swoop them…and that’s exactly what happened! so I had wet shoes and socks for a little while! Thankfully I was able to visit a friend’s brother’s house and throw them in the dryer before we hit BART for the ride home…I just thought it was funny…if this isn’t proof that God/Goddess/Divinity/Great Spirit has a sense of humor I don’t know what is!
At least I got
December 3, 2008 at 12:13 pm (Life, Musings, One Minute's Worth of Wisdom)
I propose we come up with a name for the 18-20-something category. We have labels for so many other life phases: infant, toddler, child, kid, pre-teen, tween, teen, “adolescent,” young adult, but then it just jumps to adult. None of the kids I watch consider me a “real” adult, even though I drive a car, pay my own bills and have a job.
But on a more a serious note, there really is something about this phase of life that’s special. I was talking to Marcella, a yoga teacher at Cosmic Dog, the other day and she was telling me how in India, during this (my) phase in life they consider asana (yoga poses) to be the most important form of spiritual practice, as we get older and have children the focus changes to prana yama (breath work) and as we shift in to retirement and “old age” the focus becomes meditation and quietude. Even the music these various ages listen to reflects this change. The music of “young people” is notoriously raucous. This subject came up when I was explaining my own seeming inability to meditate.
There’s something magical about the 18-28ish stage in life. For the first time, the reigns are in our hands. It’s time to either mess things up, in which case we’ll pay the price for the rest of our lives, or pull up our boot straps and take charge of our own lives. I certainly consider myself among the second group. There’s a certain point in life where the puzzle pieces are all in place, but at this point I couldn’t tell you what I think I’ll be doing in 10 years because I myself haven’t a clue—and that is precisely why this stage in life needs it’s own name. Any suggestions?
Love,
Katie
