un, deux, trois...

It's Day 3 in San Francisco. I've yet to regain my footing after the whirlwind of occurrences that lead up to now. From delayed flights to penthouse upgrades, beer olympics to barhopping as welcome ritual, offbeat indie flick to blockbuster psycho drama. Beat. Beat. Beat. No pauses. No breaks. Just a single moment stretched to fit this mind of mine. My realization of the fact that I'm homeless for the next thirteen days has yet to hit me on a psychological and emotional level. My realization that I won't be greeted by familiarity for a long time has yet to hit me. And this adjustment will change me in ways I could never have imagined. This isn't New York versus California. It's just a difference in ritual, difference in lifestyle, difference in mindset. I've yet to map out the ways of this place. Social dynamics, interpersonal relationships, community systems, social structures, norms, processes, and more subtly, the social milieu. But to natives here, it's all just their everyday. My observations are useful only to me, and perhaps some curious minds back home.

Interviews this week. Some ideal situations, some not so, some just customary.

I hope the days pass quickly. I need to get nested and adjusted. I need to have my own space.