Remember when I said there’d be more posts with more frequency?

I lied!

All the same:  I’m back.

And you may be wondering to where it is I disappeared.  You may be thinking I have so many interesting stories about what it is I’ve been doing and all the excellent pictures I’ll have to show you and yada, yada, yada, etc.

Fact of the matter is that there’s really not that much excitement.  The absence of communication is borne entirely of the absence of anything to tell you all about.  As I’ve said before, suburbs are suburbs all over.  They roll up the sidewalks and turn off all the street lamps after sunset, it seems.  I digress.

More to the point:  I’m still kicking.  I’ve found that my life here in my own little hermitage has become pleasant enough.  Work, work, sleep, work.  It’s a steady rhythm to existence.  I’ve found a good enough number of people who speak English.  The interesting thing about living in a different country is that it’s just like living in yours, except now I need subtitles.  There’s little time for being a tourist.  I recommend travel for the perpetually unbusy or the independently wealthy.  Otherwise, you’ll have to content yourself with a beer or two at a work function and the pleasure of a quiet evening with English language Netflix.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

I don’t want any of this to come off as a complaint.  I consider this to be a great adventure in my life; the greatest to this point, by far.  Hell, if only because I’m forced to be somewhat of an adult it becomes the largest change in my relatively short life.  There’s time yet and a great many things left to do.

The third verse of Paul Simon’s “You Can Call Me Al” comes to mind.

I believe that’ll do it for now.  To all of you in the States:  enjoy the rest of your Green Beer and I’ll catch you at some indiscriminate point in the future.