My First 10 Days as a Suburbanite

Well, it had to happen sooner or later: I am a city-dweller no more. Say good-bye to all those times when reading Lucky or Allure when they feature a certain boutique or an extravagant spa in San Francisco, thinking I was special because I lived in the city by the bay. Say good-bye to Polly-Ann ice cream. Say good-bye to Union Square. Say goodbye to all the tourists and the fog that hangs over the sky even during the summer. No more Chinatown (even though I never liked it anyways) or rolling up the windows and locking the doors whenever driving by Tenderloin.

Oh, who am I kidding? San Ramon is only 40 minutes away.

My first 10 days living in an unkown city (unless you're from around the bay area, then you'd know exactly where San Ramon is and what it represents), have been what I knew it would be and a little more than expected. While I have already experienced some racial encounters, almost all of the people here are pretty friendly. But what can you expect as a middle-class Asian-American teenager in a predominantly rich white town? Of course, that's not gonna stop me from starting my own fashion, beauty, lifestyle and day-to-day blog all rolled up into one.

So, let me introduce myself. My name is Chelsie. You don't need to know my age (or you'll judge me just on that before even hearing what I have to say). I'm Asian-American (and determined to be successful - and consistent! - in this blogging stuff). I'm definitely not rich (I'd say I'm comfortable), so you won't be hearing what effects the latest product from Clarins or Estee Lauder has from me. If you want that, visit Kristen Kelly over at beauty addict; she is a genius and will definitely keep you up to date in the beauty world.

But anyways.. back to my new suburban lifestyle. Last Sunday as my mother and I were driving over to a Pasta Pomodoro for lunch, a Caucasian gentleman honked at us nonstop, turning violently into our lane, almost resulting in an accident, all the while his at first seemingly nice wife gave us the finger. Talk about a warm welcome. That brings me to my new neighbors, Ian and Monica: a very nice young couple that went out of their way to knock on the door, introduce themselves and welcome us to their neighborhood. That was the first time, in the 5 moves I've had, that someone had done that. They made me forget all about finger woman.

I guess this is where my first post ends. I hope they'll be more interesting in the future... lol