The first week ended with as much promise as I hoped, but I’m still anxious. It’s taken me a couple days just to get myself relaxed enough to write. Being out with with my partner has really put into perspective how the distribution of risk has been squarely placed on my shoulders. I just want to work, while he desperately wants to check out the city. It’s a natural reaction to anyone in such a marvelous new place, but I’m here for a single purpose. Until I’ve gotten some kind of concrete evidence that things will continue unabated, I just can’t allow myself to relax.
There is a major generation, life and experience gap between us that I’ve known for a while, it’s just manifesting itself because we are around each other 24/7 for a month. Beer is a poison to the body in his mind, it makes life more interesting in mind. That pretty much sums it up.
Anyway, despite that, things are progressing in an amazing way. Meeting after meeting being scheduled, progressively learning that this is indeed a small world I’m in.