So last week my company had an overnight trip to Healsburg, CA—which is about 2-3 hours north of San Francisco—to celebrate it’s 2-year anniversary. Healsburg is in Wine Country, so after the ride up we had dinner at a winery and partied.
The next day we went for a canoe trip on the Russian River. I shared my canoe with the girl who sits next to me at the office, and we did pretty well! We paddled 5.2 miles from star-to-finish without capsizing or getting stuck more than once. We also only stopped to take a break once. I think the total time it took us to do was 2.5 hours and we were in the middle of the pack—so not last to arrive to shore! It was a lot of fun and I’d totally do it again anytime.
However, the same day I got back home from the trip I was walking to my apartment from picking up some stuff at Walgreens and I ended up slipping on a crosswalk and falling on my ass, with my right leg sliding strangely underneath me. My pinky toe took all my weight as the rest of me crashed down on my leg, so it hurt the rest of my walk home (2 blocks!).
The next day it was bruised and swollen and it still hurts like hell. I think I broke it or sprained it or something, but there’s no way to tell which. 🙁 Treatment is the same for either, anyway. I’m trying to be careful about walking on it but I do have to walk to-and-from work every day. Argh!
I hope it doesn’t take forever to heal.
So I started my job last week. So far things have been going well and I’ve been kept very busy with various projects. My work started appearing in games this week, see if you can guess what I did!
I got my business cards yesterday, too, and decided to mail a bunch to family and friends back on the East Coast. If you’d like one, email me your address and I’ll send it along.
I love postcards. Every place I go I buy at least one pack/book of them. I have postcards from Greece, Italy, England, and France. From the US I have Hawaii and Chicago, IL, and of course New York City and now San Francisco.
The one thing that saddens me the most about the rise of the internet and email is the downfall of snail mail. I used to LOVE getting letters and postcards as a kid, and actually still do today. I had pen pals in grade school, but it’s hard to have a pen pal now when everyone would rather communicate through email or IM.
I came across this website, Postcrossing.com, a community where you can send and receive postcards from all over the world. So, you know, I had to join. I’ve sent 6 “official” (ones that are registered into the system and tracked) postcards so far, two of which have been received. I’ve also sent one “unofficial” postcard as part of a tag thread on the Postcrossing Forum. So far I haven’t received any postcards myself, but I’m really looking forward to when I do.
If you miss snail mail as much as I do and/or collect postcards, I’d recommend joining Postcrossing. I’m having a lot of fun with it. 😀
Can’t believe how time flies, sometimes. I’ve officially been in San Francisco a whole month, today. It feels pretty good, actually. Today the weather was absolutely gorgeous and I really wanted to go swimming, but alas! My bathing suits are in the storage pod which doesn’t get delivered to us until tomorrow. 🙁
In other news, I had an interview yesterday which went well and I am hopeful about acquiring the position. Fingers crossed!
Louie & I have also officially moved into our own place—no more corporate housing! However we don’t have any furniture yet. Our bedroom set is in the storage pod, thankfully, so we’ll have a real bed again starting tomorrow. All other furniture will probably be purchased in the coming months. I’m excited about decorating!
In all my life living in the borough of the Bronx in the “biggest, baddest” city of them all—I’ve never seen such an impoverished area as the Tenderloin here in San Francisco.
On our way to SoMA from Nob Hill, Louie and I walked the path provided to us by Google Maps without thinking too much about what neighborhood we were walking through. It didn’t take long to notice it was Tenderloin.
I’ve never seen so many homeless & crazy people concentrated into one, smelly neighborhood like that before. Not even the South Bronx is that bad, and it makes Harlem look like Upper West in comparison. I was anxious the entire time we were walking through it. I’ve never felt that uncomfortable in a city before.
Needless to say, I will be staying as far away from this neighborhood as possible from now on. It’s just weird that it’s situated right in the middle of all the nice parts of SF—SoMA, Union Square, Financial District, Nob Hill, etc.