Day 1

Its a beautiful day in London.  At least it looks that way out the window.  Its 55 degrees (F) and I'm pretty sure F is what we use in the states, so I'm good with that.  

Here are a few pics of my living situation:

My bedroom...as clean as it will be on this trip

View out the window of the bedroom

The living room

 So far today I've figured out how to plug things in to the adapter so that I have power, gone to the gym in the building (nearly escaping the aforementioned pectoral redesign).  I'm listening exclusively to the Rolling Stones for contextual relevance (though I'm saving Exile on Main Street for an-as-yet-unplanned trip to France).

I'm about to go to lunch with an ex-pat friend who will hopefully help me figure out a suitable telephone option, then pick up some hangers, food and other things I left behind but never thought I'd need (hangers...its always hangers).  She'll be directing me to my new place of employment for an orientation and a few afternoon meetings, then I'll be back on the streets.

I'm definitely a little anxious because I have absolutely no bearings.  I've found myself hesitant to talk to people that I walk past, even though I know we speak the same language.  I know I'll get over that but it was really surprising at first.  It should really be an interesting first day. My first day in NYC it was New Year's Eve, and I was a hungover 22 year old living with my best friends, so it didn't feel as much a shock as being rested, sober and 31 in a new/old country.  Wish us well.