I got on a plane from JFK yesterday afternoon and after two hours on the runway, and six in the air, arrived in SF.

It still feels like I’m just visiting. Like this is just another one of the many trips that I’ve taken in the last few years. I’m not sure when it’ll feel real. But not yet.’

Today I took the train around the city. I talked to a bunch of random people. Living up to it’s reputation as a world-class city, I met someone from Madrid and Iceland. Just randomly. Another guy was as stand-up comedian from NY. My good friend Sara had told me this. One of the things that I’d love most about the West was that almost everyone you meet is interesting. So far so good.

Still working on finding a place to live. Once that’s wrapped-up, I’ll consider the transition over and life to have resumed. And I’ll resume my regular reflections, etc.

I also have cool pictures that I’ve taken recently that will be posted. But anyway, I’m alive, staying on my buddy Ray’s couch, exploring the city, looking for a place to live and everything is pretty interesting and good so far. More soon!