Dipping my foot back into the Red White and Blue.
You know, it's hard getting back from having the adventure of a lifetime. That sounds super stupid, but I'll tell you why. I've waited a while to post because I honestly didn't know what to write about, and it kind of hit me. A little bit of my writings on this blog have been about how I've become more "myself," and that I let others' perceptions of me wither and die as I rose like the phoenix that I am into a completely confident and care-free individual. And then it was my turn all of a sudden to write my blog post.
After hiking in Patagonia, skiing down volcanoes, watching sunrises at geysers, I felt that whatever I wrote next just wouldn't be "cool" enough (reiterated: stupid). So I put this off. I put off writing. I felt that I was just here in DC to see my friends and get re-integrated at work, like that's not worth writing about. I needed to quit my bullshit. It's been a slow few weeks here. I haven't had a whole lot of social activity, and it's been kind of nice. Rather than try to see everyone immediately, I'm taking my time (ps sorry if you're in DC and wondering why I haven't texted you yet). I've got a month, so why rush things, you know? So what's up with me now? Do you still care even though I'm not downing ceviche and sipping pisco sours? I sure hope so.
Being back in the states is nice. First off, everything is really convenient. Almost a little too convenient. Sometimes it kind of irks me. But then again, I worked late tonight and just took a Lyft home. It's amazing how quickly I fall back into old habits. I also spent $20 on drinks on Saturday night, which is way more than I intended to spend on a weekend, let alone one night. But I had fun. I feel little chunks of discipline being chipped away.
My confidence with Spanish is also waning. I'm not fluent, but my Spanish was pretty darn good near the end of our time in Chile. It's been five weeks since I've said more than a few sentences in the old español. But my other routines are getting better. I've been meditating regularly and it's been awesome to get back in with the crew at November Project DC. It feels almost like I never left, which is just... it's just nice.
And work. I like my job, which is pretty rad to be able to say. I work with awesome people and I can laugh (and probably have) with someone at every level on every team, from our CEO to the groundskeeper (yeah my office has a groundskeeper, take that Google). Today felt, well, normal. I worked out, I ate breakfast, Kelly gave me a ride to work, and work was engaging and enjoyable. Then I came home and cooked dinner and chatted with Erin. It was so... normal. and I loved it. It's good to be back.
But as the saying goes, there is no rest for the weary (or the wicked?), and I'm only in DC for a limited time. The west coast is calling me home, and I've been watching Silicon Valley to prepare for the next move: San Francisco.
More to come.