saint anthony and me

hola. i'm quickly learning what's it's like to live alone, work a full time job, and be a san antonian. basically it's really quiet and you get lost a lot.

but hell i like it here. i live in the historic tobin hill neighborhood just north of downtown. i say it has a lot of character, yet my parents say don't go outside at night. i've filled the hardwood floors to the brim with empty seats and now the fridge is full of HEB produce. THIS is the HEB mecca.

work is good even though i failed to learn many of the 50 new names. i can't even remember the company dog's name. i think when i get my own desk and do more than play with scotch tape all day, i might meet people. i foresee great things.

and then while walking through downtown a family asked me how to get to the alamo. tourists! but i guess that means that i'm a local now even though i'm pretty sure i pointed in a completely wrong direction. i want to keep on exploring and eat in every restaurant i come across but the first round of bills has left me bankrupt so i think i'll just stay in and keep eating soup left over from austin.

both the irish and the scots had magical powers. the irish made pots of gold and the scots made tape.