Week 1

So, it’s 5:30 on a Friday, and someone brings me a beer. “This is just a clever ploy to get me to work late on Friday!” “You got it!” Well, maybe I’ll “work” on my web site.

So, I moved last Sunday, from the 100 degree heat of Walnut Creek to the 70whatever of the inner sunset of San Francisco. Due to the heat wave, there was no fog in my new neighborhood, so I could see the ocean!

Whilst waiting at the toll plaza to cross the Bay Bridge for my big move, a car of girls pulled up next to me to rave on my “Bin Laden Used Your Gas Money” bumper sticker. I noticed the passenger was toking off a glass pipe, and next I looked, the driver was getting her own hit, waiting to pay the toll. “Ahhh, welcome to San Francisco,” I thought.

Since then life has been quite a hustle of the new job, unpacking, going out . . . I’m not keen on giving a lot of details online, but let us just say that my first week in San Francisco features two first dates, and I haven’t even unpacked everything yet! So, I’m off to a good start and work is groovy too. It’s a sexy little dot-com downtown, and I get to ride the Muni L to work, which is cool for a Chicago boy like me.

I showed up at maybe 9:15 on Monday. Turns out the engineers tend to drift in around 10. So, I have been sleeping pretty well this week. Flex time, how I have missed you!

Let’s see. On my block there’s groceries, laundry, sushi, and a few blocks away is a bar filled with Irish people.

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  • Blake


    By some strange twist of google fate, I ended up at your site. I’m going through many of the same things you’ve just been going through: my wife of one year recently and suddenly left, this at the very same time that I’d just been offered a great new job in a new city (Denver). Like you, I’ve tried to keep a positive attitude both about myself and about who my wife is, hoping with as much realism as I can muster that perhaps there’s still a chance (after three months, she still hasn’t filed for divorce, though she’s a time zone away). And, like you, despite advice I’ve received about filing for divorce, I’m also not doing that–one, because I don’t want it, and two, because, as you say, it’s her cross to bear.

    Reading your story reminded so much of my own situation, and seeing your response (so similar to mine) really validated my mindset and my way of seeing things. I wish you all best in San Francisco with your new job and new life, and thanks for providing support to others, like me, whom you could never know you were helping.