I started interning in San Francisco in June. My ultimate
goal has always been to work and eventually move into the city, so I was
pretty excited for my first role out of college to be in downtown SF.
The first day of my internship, I was overwhelmed by the
city. It’s such a different environment
than what I’m used to, but I managed to get through the day. I got to my bus
stop an hour early because I was too afraid to venture off by myself in an area
I was unfamiliar with. I sat down, took a deep exhausting breath, and questioned whether
or not San Francisco was really the place for me.
As I sat there all alone, a gorgeous, sassy Latina woman came up to me and asked if I knew what time the 56 bus came. I
had a pamphlet in my purse, so I pulled it out and showed her the times.
The woman sat down next to me and asked how I was and what I was doing
there. I told her about how it was my
first day as an intern. She listened, and it felt good to talk to this stranger
in a city of people I didn’t know.
We talked for the next 20 minutes, and I asked where she was
going. She told me that she was a makeup
artist for porn stars and was going on location.
“It was like any
other job, only that everyone’s naked.” She said in that alluring accent.
As up front as that sounds, nothing she said
was in a vulgar manner. She was an interesting person, and I enjoyed listening to her story. She told me about her journey as a makeup artist and how she got to
where she is now. Prior to meeting this woman, I was overwhelmed by absolutely
everything around me. But when I finished
talking to her, I somehow felt much more comfortable in taking on this new phase of my
life.
Like in Fight Club where he talks about “single serving
friends”, this lady was my first single serving friend in San Francisco. We
knew all the basic elements of each other’s live, but it was time to go our
separate ways, there was that silent mutual understanding that we would never see
each other again.
As my internship progressed, so did my love for the city. I wasn’t
afraid to wander off anymore and wasn’t as up tight and paranoid about talking
to people I didn’t know. I realized how interesting people are if we just talk to them, so I pushed myself out of my comfort zone and
stopped ignoring the “single serving” strangers.
I was experiencing San Francisco on a daily basis, and found
myself paying more attention to the city's pride and joy; The San Francisco Giants. I've always only liked the Giants,
but have never considered myself a fan. The Yankees have always been my team, and I think of the Giants as belonging to my SF born and raised mother. The emotion she has for them runs deep, and her love for them is
more authentic than the love anyone has for a sports team, and that is fact.
When the Giants made it to the post season, I was beyond excited. San Francisco had been so good to me I knew I had to be there for them. The chemistry and passion amongst the players emulated my feelings towards their city, which made the team bigger than just baseball at that point.
When
the Giants won in 2010, I wanted them to win because I knew how happy it would
make my mom. This time was different. This time I wanted to experience the
feeling of victory for myself. Sure enough, they won it all, and I called my mom
right after it happened. This time we were both on the same level of
happiness rather than me congratulating her on “her team’s” victory, like I had
done the last time they won.
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Parade outfit. Last time I wore that skirt was to the
Monster Ball, just so ya know |
I went to the Giants victory parade a few days later-- on
Halloween with my brother and some of my cousins. We found a place to stand on Market Street while my cousin’s friend went into one of the
stores to buy heavy duty tupperware for us to stand on so we could see the
street a bit better. There was still about an hour until the parade began, and the energy and passion from the fans was already was electrifying.
When the parade finally started, that electrifying energy was 100 times more intense than it had been an hour earlier. It was difficult to see some of the players, but being surrounded by people of like and kind was the real highlight of it all. The man in front of me was with his teenage
son and must have talked to us the entire time. He told us about how his
daughter lives on the East Coast and when the Giants are playing back there,
she goes to the games in full San-Fran-Freak-Show attire and the East Coast-ers
just don’t get it. The tall man next to us was kind enough to tell us who was
on their way up the street, and when we didn't recognize a former player, he
explained who they were. And the guys
behind us included us in their conversations as if we were all old friends.
Someone even offered me their jacket when they noticed I didn't have one. After talking to these people, I was even more convinced that San Francisco was home to the greatest people on the planet.
As cheesy as it sounds, I got hit with a sudden wave of emotions
when Journey’s “Lights” played over the speakers. I wanted to cry when everyone
was singing along because I realized just how much I love San Francisco and
the people in it. I thought about my first day alone in the city, and how alone I felt until a stranger took the time to ask how I was doing and made me feel like I belonged. This time, I was
surrounded by thousands of strangers who made me feel like I belonged. And when
I look back on that day, they’ll be the ones I remember.
I wouldn't have felt the same way if I were standing there two
years ago, before my journey (oh the pun) in San Francisco began. The city has shaped me into a better version
of myself, and now I’m positive that San Francisco is where I need to be.
When the parade was over, the same silent mutual
understanding that we would never see each other again was felt amongst those
strangers. Some people come into our lives to leave quick impressions and then vanish forever. And that’s ok.
If you’re one of the select few who has been keeping up with
my blog from the beginning, you know that I devote myself wholeheartedly
towards fashion, glamour, and all aspects of the arts. But when it comes to
baseball, my knowledge and love of the game is equivalent to the knowledge of
any stereotypical sports fan wearing a jersey and drinking beer. The Giants represented so much more than
baseball for me this year. They represent the city and people I've grown to love. And not just the Giants, but sports in general
represent so much more. The sense of
togetherness sports can bring is unbelievable, and I hope everyone gets to experience that kind of togetherness at least once in their lifetime.
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