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I’ve taken a big fat scary leap. If I was the statistical type I’d say it was 7432 kilometres (as the crow flies) worth of big and fat.
Jumping from Sydney, Australia to San Francisco shouldn’t be scary – we both speak the same language, do things pretty much the same way, use the same phones and computers and cars. And yet everything has a slight twist of ‘well that’s bloody strange’.
Cars stop for you when you’re crossing the road. And I don’t just mean at pedestrian crossings. If you sidle slightly close to the kerbside and look like you may be entertaining the inclination to cross, cars will come to a halt.
The money is confusing. Yes, I feel like a moron, but who decided $1 bills should be a thing? And change that all looks exactly the same! I know a quarter is 25c, but a dime? One cent pieces should definitely be a thing of the past people.
There is no “small, medium or large” when it comes to drinks. It’s all “tall” or “grande” or “popcorn bucket sized”. And the recycling bins are confusing. Does my serviette go in the compost or recycling bin? For the love of saving the planet somebody write me a definitive list so I stop getting funny looks.
But there are hiking trails everywhere, a breeze to blow the heck out of summer humidity and people who smile and say hello and good morning.
There will be fun and laughter and a whole lot of adventure in this place. I can feel it.
The best way that I could think to join up with Denyse Whelan Blogs‘ new Life This Week linkup was to talk about the beginning of my journey to San Francisco. I wrote this post exactly a week after I arrived in SF. I think it’s the perfect post for this week’s #Beginnings prompt. Thanks Denyse!