Day 3, Post 1

Okay, I yielded once again to my instinct and have started a blog to share my adventures here in Boston with you, gentle reader(s).

As the post title implies, I've been here for going on 58 hours. (Friend Jason will knock me for focusing too much on time; really, aside from this, I've been pretty good. Honest.) I've seen and done so many things since arriving that I can neither recount nor remember them all. I've signed up to be an extra in a Kevin Spacey film (they'll call if they need me), witnessed a spontaneous "yo-yo duel" on a train (if you weren't looking and just heard them talking to each other, you'd think they were pulling out knives or guns), had a couple beers and ate a Peanut Butter Burger - yep, burger w/peanut butter on it - at Bukowski (an out-of-the-way semi-dive, dedicated to the late author), and heard the tale of a lunatic/drunk/student who tried to drive his car across the partially still frozen Charles River. He made it about half-way before becoming a submarine. Rumor has it he was rescued and arrested.

Getting acclimated fairly quickly, thanks in part to some liberal running around, but moreso to my temporary roommate Mike. Not only did he meet me at the airport after only a couple phone calls, he's shown me how to get around town, where to go, and - more importantly? - where not to go. We share a "two-bedroom" apartment in the hip/student-flooded Allston-Brighton part of town. I say "two-bedroom" because.... Well, it's a long story. Maybe another post. For now, let's just say no one could actually live in this place. We call it our halfway house. (Mike's also an expat from California. He's been here for two months and already has another - a real - place to live lined up after we bug out at the end of March.)

Much of my time is spent looking for a job online. I've sent out about a dozen resumes today and received two calls. Playing phone tag with both; hope to connect tomorrow. (FYI, my computer access comes courtesy of a local cafe that rents out time on their 21 PC stations. Costs me about $3.85/hour, but worth it - and necessary. My computer is still in my moving crate, ostensibly somewhere south of Boston right now. I won't retrieve it - or any of my other belongings - until I have a more permanent residence next month.)

Okay. Long enough initial post. I suspect I'll scribble a bit more tomorrow. Until then, I hope you're all doing well and trust that I am doing the same.