Sanfranista in India, Sarah in India

As I flew back from Minnesota on Monday, I powered up my iPod for the first time in a year. Looking through my library brought me back to college, when so much of my life focused on making mix CDs and moshing at punk concerts. I know that scent memory powerfully links past and present, but there’s nothing like hearing a long-forgotten song to bring me screeching back half a decade.

I’m writing this post on my iPhone while flying back to San Francisco on Monday night, and when it goes up on my blog Tuesday morning, I start my first day of work. I will have opened the door to a life in fashion as I close the door, at least for now, on being a therapist. I know I have a penchant for the dramatic and can get misty at the drop of a hat, but it feels like the start of something new and so different from how I’ve ever lived.

Before I started writing, I cued up the ambiguously-titled “On The Go 6” playlist on my old iPod. Clearly, I was in a major pop-punk phase, since it’s dominated by New Found Glory, Roses Are Red, and Fall Out Boy. As faulty as my memory can be, I remember exactly where I was when I made this playlist. It was the end of 2006 when I was traveling in India, and I was dreaming about this guy Jim who I’d met six months before.

I was sure I’d never see him again, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I’d gone through a lot of changes while traveling, from chopping off a foot of blonde curls to witnessing gender violence and realizing that I had to do something about it. The day I made that playlist, I had no idea that soon I’d be dating that daydreamed-about boy and that one day he’d become my husband. I had no idea that learning from women in India would shift my future career from actress to therapist.

I didn’t know these things, but I had the same feeling then that I have right now- that everything was about to change in the most amazing way.

So, with the punchy chords of Good Charlotte ringing in my ears, I’m suddenly 19 again and excited and scared and strangely ready to take the next step forward in my life. I hope you don’t mind coming with me- I have a feeling I’m going to have a lot to say.

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Five Quick Christmas Snaps

Frank Lloyd Wright's

Maltipoo puppy

Gangam Style socks

DIY Wrapping Paper Bow

Christmas lights in Levi Plaza

It’s pretty amazing that Christmas is less than a day away now. This December has truly flown by, despite my best attempts to draw it out by watching every Christmas movie ever created and indulging in every holiday treat ever created (times ten for brie). I’m sad to see it go, but I know it’ll be back again before I know it, much like Frosty the Snowman. Keep the faith!

one.  This is what happens when you take a gingerbread house competition very, very seriously. Google “Frank Lloyd Wright Falling Water” and you’ll see what I mean. And yes, those are indeed Swedish Fish jumping out of the frosting waterfall.

two.  I’m not sure about you, but I never get tired of pictures of puppies. Never.

three.  It’s official; Psy is everywhere, even on your feet. I will add a disclamer that these are not my socks. You know how I love shorts and tights together more than anyone? Apparently some feel that way about Gangam Style.

four.  I was patting myself on the back for remembering to buy wrapping paper before it sold out, but then I realized that I neglected to buy bows. I had to improvise with this little bow made from strips of leftover wrapping paper. I tell ya, every time I feel like a real grownup…

five.  These trees are a serious ten on my Christmas light rating scale. Well done, Levi Plaza. Well done.

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