The Rice A Roni Treat

Hello my Eastern and Central Time Zone family,

Well, day three is upon me is sunny San Francisco. I have been told by several locals (aka apparent experts) that the weather here is deceptionaly nice. This is upsetting because I started to become optimistic that all of the "bad weather" talk I heard prior to my move was a bunch of balogne. Either way, the weather is again in the 70s with no sign--from my amatuer meteorologist eyes--of changing.

I feel I may have converted to the West Coast persona. I find myself perched atop a porch with a distant view of the San Fran house-covered hill side eating a large bowl of Granola and Raisin cereal with Organic Soy milk (lesson I learned: such milk only needs to be refrigerated after opening). No worries, I have yet to passion for skinny jeans or $40 vintage tees--ironic because the people who wear them attempt to give the vibe of "I could care less" although their outfits probably cost double that of mine.

Geoff's apartment is pretty nice, maybe too nice as I assume my soon-to-be apartment awaiting my discovery will likely be $300 less expensive per person than this place (in other words, it will more than 30 percent as nice). The roommates are good people--we went to this burrito place last night (see photo) where I got a burrito that would humble even the most native Mexicano.

Well, I'll keep it short, but I certainly have more to write, so I will do so later today or tomorrow. Hope everybody is doing well.