Landing on my feet...and sticking the landing. Still, the East German judge gave me a 6.5
Hey there.
Yes it has been quite a while since I last wrote but I did promise to keep blogging. Well, I've been back for 6 weeks or so and things continue to return to a state of semi-normalicy. My flight back was very very very long (over 20 hours in the air). After 28 hours and 12 time zones, I finally touched down in Stumptown. Joel picked me up and asked me where I wanted to go. I said, me minda ludi!! (I want BEER). Off we went to the Horse Brass pub and I partook in Portland's most glorious export. Yumm! A NW IPA is like christmas, graduation, and Merlefest all wrapped up in a 20 oz. pint glass after months of Kazbegi and Natachtari! The first week was bizzare as my body tried to readjust to the new time. I was up at all hours and I don't think I got more than a few hours of sleep a day. I crashed in the basement of "Chez Greenblum" for about 4 weeks while I looked for apartments. I finally landed a cool pad in the Hawthorne district and am very happy to be within walking/biking distance of just about all I need. I had some fun finding used furniture and not so much fun spending my whole readjustment allowance just to get my life up and running. But all is well. My place is now open for any intrepid travelers who want to come and visit.
I'm happy to be home although I really miss my friends in Georgia. I try to keep up with them regularly because any call from the states is PURE FUCKING GOLD to a PC vol. I'm driving my cab, and having some very interesting and spiritual times as all kinds of strange and wonderful people enter my life for rides to the airport or home from the bars. That being said, I will be trying to find employment elsewhere that does not involve being trapped in a car for 40+ hours a week. For the time being, it's a living.
I have sucessfully avoided any Georgian/American faux pas such as smoking in the doctor's office, walking down the middle of the road with an open beer or bolomde-ing a glass of pinot noir from a 40$ bottle as friends look on in horror. I am happy for brief toasts, black beans and rice, live music, and hot running water among other things. Spring is a time of transition and rebirth, so it is only fitting that the next chapter in my life begin now. Pics of the crib soon to come.
Peace,
John
Yes it has been quite a while since I last wrote but I did promise to keep blogging. Well, I've been back for 6 weeks or so and things continue to return to a state of semi-normalicy. My flight back was very very very long (over 20 hours in the air). After 28 hours and 12 time zones, I finally touched down in Stumptown. Joel picked me up and asked me where I wanted to go. I said, me minda ludi!! (I want BEER). Off we went to the Horse Brass pub and I partook in Portland's most glorious export. Yumm! A NW IPA is like christmas, graduation, and Merlefest all wrapped up in a 20 oz. pint glass after months of Kazbegi and Natachtari! The first week was bizzare as my body tried to readjust to the new time. I was up at all hours and I don't think I got more than a few hours of sleep a day. I crashed in the basement of "Chez Greenblum" for about 4 weeks while I looked for apartments. I finally landed a cool pad in the Hawthorne district and am very happy to be within walking/biking distance of just about all I need. I had some fun finding used furniture and not so much fun spending my whole readjustment allowance just to get my life up and running. But all is well. My place is now open for any intrepid travelers who want to come and visit.
I'm happy to be home although I really miss my friends in Georgia. I try to keep up with them regularly because any call from the states is PURE FUCKING GOLD to a PC vol. I'm driving my cab, and having some very interesting and spiritual times as all kinds of strange and wonderful people enter my life for rides to the airport or home from the bars. That being said, I will be trying to find employment elsewhere that does not involve being trapped in a car for 40+ hours a week. For the time being, it's a living.
I have sucessfully avoided any Georgian/American faux pas such as smoking in the doctor's office, walking down the middle of the road with an open beer or bolomde-ing a glass of pinot noir from a 40$ bottle as friends look on in horror. I am happy for brief toasts, black beans and rice, live music, and hot running water among other things. Spring is a time of transition and rebirth, so it is only fitting that the next chapter in my life begin now. Pics of the crib soon to come.
Peace,
John
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