The First Full Day

So I slept okay the first night in the new place. The bed is relatively comfortable. Although the time here is really tough to adjust to. It is incredibly bright at 5 am, and it gets dark (I mean dark) by 6 pm. I guess it is winter time here. But just something else I have to get used to. I woke up at 5 or 6 am, had to figure out what time it was (no clock, remember?), and then thought there was no way I was getting up before 9. I managed to fall back asleep off and on, but holy crap, that sun is bright!

We spent Saturday afternoon walking around all over the place, looking for random things. Mosman (the area where I live) is a pretty neat little area, once you start walking around. There is a decent amount of stuff out there. So it helped my mood a little to get out and see where I was living, to see that it wasn't as unfortunate as I thought. So I am in a nicer section of town - I guess it is a suburb of Sydney? It is across the water from downtown, and then up a little ways. Still no clue how I am going to get into work, but at least I know what direction I will need to travel...

We managed to find somewhere to eat lunch, walked around some more, got some food/drinks for the apartment, and then went out to dinner. Food here, by the way, is all Asian. At least where I live. So you can pick from Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Vietnamese, whatever-ese. Oh, and of course you can probably find a McDonald's somewhere. But I also figured out something important to me at dinner, luckily before I asked for the beers available. All of the restaurants around me (unless it says "bar") are 1970s America. Yep - they brown bag it here. For those of you not familiar with the term, you bring in your beer/wine, give it to your server, and he/she sticks it in a fridge and brings out what you need throughout the meal. Then they get to charge something like $2 a pop as a "corkage" fee. When I retire, I am going into the creative consulting field, where I will come up with these random ways to make a buck off the little things. Maybe a fork fee? I'll give you a knife at my restaurant, but if you want a fork to eat with, you'll have to give me $5... That, or I am going to find some big restaurant section of town where it is "BYO" and open up a "Beer, Wine, & Spirits" store. I'm gonna be rich!

As I said, Saturday was relatively uneventful. After dinner, since it was super dark and all at 8:00, we decided to head back to the apartment and that we would spend Sunday figuring out how to get into the city from my little suburb flat...