Thank you, that means a lot to me 🙂
First, I haven’t felt tragically homesick yet. I’ve wanted to be here for a long time, so I’m set on making it the best experience I can. I actually declined a work offer to visit Seattle for a conference this month (sorry guys). It feels too soon to return in the midst of trying to build my new life here in Paris. I guess I’m a little afraid of having to mentally reset myself and say goodbye all over again.
I haven’t felt a longing to return to SF or Seattle yet because there are so many new exciting things to do here. However, I do feel guilty for not being able to pay attention to relationships like I did before. It tore me up that I didn’t know one of my best friends was interviewing for a new job, or that my parents were hosting a family party this weekend. I used to always know.
I was spoiled by the Asian food in San Francisco. I miss it a lot (mom’s home-cooked meals, our noodle shop on Irving street, the cheap grocery markets…) Out of all the cities I’ve lived in so far, the Chinese food stack rank is: San Francisco > Paris > Seattle. (I think the only thing Seattle had going for it was Din Tai Fung.)
When I first moved to Paris, I was thrilled to see a Chinese “traiteur” shop on every block of my neighborhood. Homesick for anything that reminded me of the Bay Area, I wandered into one but emerged pretty disappointed. I thought, “Fine, if Asian food is going to suck here, I’m going to cook it myself!” … and then I discovered there was neither tofu nor black bean garlic sauce to be found within a 30-minute walking radius. Sad.
With Chinese New Year around the corner, I was desperate to find some decent Peking duck. Luckily, I have two adorable foodie cousins in Paris! We celebrated the New Year with our boyfriends at Chinatown Olympiades.