My first day here, I woke up alone. I was freaked out......just the waking up alone part was foreign. No snuffle of breath coming from under the pillows next to me, no inky arms secured around my waist, no fuzzy chest pressed into my back. Oh, aloneness. I also missed my sister sorely. Mrs. Gorham,the taxidermied rabbit, exclaimed "This is erin's apartment! What are you doing here?" The odd smiling pinata head on top of the fridge sneered," Why are you just sitting there drinking so much coffee? Go start your new life!" The assorted manequin hands waited to wave me on my way, but I just sat there. Finally, I loaded up my bag with tons of really heavy stuff (computer, water bottles, 1972 Chevy truck, journal, books, camera, baby elephant, bundles of maps, gold bricks) and set out for the closest coffee shop. I saw it and kept walking. And then I walked and walked and walked. I did not stop for 6 hours. I carted my cargo over hills, through parks, amidst bums, around designer boutiques. My legs hurt, my shoulder ached, my feet blistered, but I could not stop! I wanted to see our new house, then I wanted to crest a big hill, then I wanted to find that certain french bistro, then I wanted to go downtown, then I wanted a glimpse of the bay, then I wanted......I just went and went. Dusk, and a hang out session at Jaime's finally made me cease my ambulations. The next morning, I thought "I will go to the bike repair shop, get my brakes fixed, and then go find a coffee shop". 35 miles later, having toured 1/2 the peninsula,still carrying my huge bag of crap, I still had not stopped for that cup of coffee. With shin splints and a tired ass, I met Jaime for a drink, followed by a drink, followed by a drink, followed by......
Having given my legs, butt, and liver a work out, I was a limping and moaning this morning as Jaime and I went to inspect our new house and interviews the DUDES. The house is huge, with unbelievably high ceilings, beautiful woodwork, chandeliers, more space than most San Franciscan's would dare to dream of. Even hungover, Jaime and I were jumping up and down with joy. Then Jason showed up. He is great! He likes to take photographs of earthmoving equipment! He owns 4 bikes! He loves travel and speaks several languages! We have not signed anything yet, but I think the excitement was mutual. Then while Jaime and I were conferring at a vegan resterant around the corner I got a call from Blue Jay Cafe, inviting me to interview and work a trial shift! I guess in my mid-treck delerium, I had dropped off a resume! I hope it pays off.
