Big city life

So I have made it through the first month of living in the exquisite San Francisco; it has been chaotic and hazy, there have been some ups and some downs. I’m not sure I have experienced the ‘culture shock’ that I keep hearing is looming upon all international students, I am simply basking in smugness at the prospect of calling this vibrant city my home for the next year. My name is Rebecca, I am another British student (I feel like there are loads of us?!) I pretty much live in the tiniest of villages in England, I don’t even live in the village but in a field outside of it. Then for university I went to Norwich which is really only a slightly bigger field so  San Francisco is different to say the least although I do sense the same eccentricity which runs throughout my university town.

Upon arrival I cried. I reached the hostel where I had booked my stay but I was sent instead to their sister hostel down the street which didn’t exactly have the same vibe. The original hostel was full of young people, I however walked into my new bedroom to find lots of older men; there were wife beater tops, there were steel toed bots, there was the sweet sweet smell of sweat and marijuana. Everyone wore the expression of ‘don’t talk to me’ and so when I found myself getting physically stuck on my top bunk and unable to man oeuvre the small ladder, I couldn’t help but have a little pathetic cry.  Luckily such tears have been resolved after finding a house in Sunset with 6 other people and a crazy little landlord who thought 70s retro was the best choice for his contemporary house decor. I don’t plan to create a blog niche, so I will be posting all things wild and wonderful…starting with a vegan restaurant review which is WILD.

Rebecca Jackson
rjackson392@hotmail.co.uk
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