The first seven days is always the hardest, so I’ve heard.
Baltimore isn’t that scary as most people would like to assume. I grew up in a pretty tough neighborhood. Nothing fazes me anymore.
Maryland is just a walk in the park as compared to my beloved Mali Bay.
Raft3r’s first week in Baltimore has been stressful. Training takes up most of my time.
My company issued credit card hasn’t arrived yet. So spending has not been big on the agenda. But I did throw away a hundred bucks on DVDs. Season 1 of The X-Files is slamming.
I walked around and discovered some cool places. They got great restaurants. But prices are a bit too steep. So far, I have only visited Hooters. Man, was it heaven.
The grocery near the hotel is quite posh. Everything they sell is organic. I bought fruits and greens. Raft3r is slowing turning into a goat.
I just got home from clubbing. It was fun. My classmates and I went to this great bar called the Latin Palace. It was salsa night.
We danced like there was no tomorrow. Ole!