Year 1, Day 1

Please do not confuse this blog with a mommy blog (with all due respect to mommy bloggers) given the title. This is not a posting about the first day of my child's first year. Rather, it is a brief account of my first day of my first year in a PhD program. You can also expect rather regular updates about what it is like to live in Ballard, Seattle, where the hipsters and the old-school Scandinavians compete for who can have the most bars/tattoos.

So far I have yet to walk from my apartment to the bus stop or from the bus stop to my apartment without being told by someone drunk on the street that they love me. I'm not joking. I shall try and photograph this the next time it happens.

I don't know any of my neighbors except this woman, Georgia, and her cat, Cosette. I speak French with Cosette and with Georgia I speak a Creole blend of "oh dear God please stop talking to me" and "I don't want to piss you off in the event that sometime in the future I lock myself out of the building."

To my loyal readers, thank you for your patience. For those who thought this was a blog about babies, barf or balloons, you will be disappointed in my coverage of two out of three of those topics.

Stay tuned for Year 1, Day 2, where I will cover my favorite subject: how many cans of black beans can I eat before my student loans come through.