This week I became a Latin scholar. This was not by choice, but by necessity. The story starts with the tedious application process for the HSMP UK visa I’m applying for.
The rules state that I have to send in my original university diploma. Easy enough. However, they also state that if any of my application materials are in a language other than English I have to get them translated by a certified, professional translation service.
When I first moved to San Francisco I started working immediately so I never really got to explore a lot of the neighborhoods in the city. On Tuesday we had a rare day of sunshine and warm weather, so I took the opportunity to play tourist in Russian Hill.
Labor Day weekend took me to Portland, Oregon. Although I’ve lived in California for most of my life, I had never actually made it up to Portland. It was my loss. Portland is an amazing city. It is like a mix of Vancouver, Seattle, and San Francisco all in one. The city is walkable and easy to navigate, has great food, and is surrounded by amazing natural beauty.
I feel like I’ve been traveling non-stop lately. Last weekend I flew to the east coast for three days with my boyfriend. Our first stop was rural southern Maryland to visit his hometown of La Plata.
While he describes the town in rather bleak terms, I thought it was beautiful. There was a lot of open space and trees, creeks, and hillsides. One of the highlights was going to the bay one evening to eat our fill of crabs at Captn John’s Crab House. Maryland blue crabs are smaller than our west coast dungeness crabs, but they have great flavor and taste amazing with Old Bay seasoning and vinegar.
One of the great things about not working is that I get to do things that I was always “too busy” or “too tired” to do when I was putting in crazy hours at the hedge fund in San Francisco. For example, tonight I had dinner at my mom’s house in Silicon Valley with three of my cousins that I rarely see.
Yesterday was my last day of work at the hedge fund in San Francisco, and today is my first day as a lady of leisure. I woke up this morning at 7:30 and was a little disappointed that I couldn’t sleep in any later. I guess that will come with time. After waking up at 5:30 for three years, 7:30 counts as progress.