So I looked at the calender today – I have a lunch appointment – and recognized the date. Eight years ago, today, on February 22nd 1998, I took the first seven steps that would bring me on a very long journey to this place, San Francisco and time, 2006.
On February 28th 1998 I arrived at Pittsburgh International Airport, via Heathrow, from New Delhi, India. My first trip to the United States; it was a one way ticket on British Airways. Time flies when you’re busy holding body and soul together.
I knew that I would have to start over on this new continent, aptly called the New World. And I also knew that it would take 6 or 7 years to get to where I was at, professionally, in New Delhi back in 1997. And that is what it took – it was exactly 7 years, last summer, when I packed up and moved to San Francisco. There is something to be said for that.
Thank you to all my friends, old – you know who you are, and new – through business school and work. It’s not easy starting over in a new country, continent, in your thirties, without the ties of friends and family close by (or at least less than 8 time zones away). But dayummmm, I rock, if I say so myself! *grins*