Scribbles

Sandwiched between apartment hunting and mother’s day, I was unable to wind down until Sunday night.  I barely studied or slept.  I started early Saturday exploring the area known as Sunset in SF.  The best description I can come up with based on my impression is that it’s a weird suburbia without the typical cookie cutter homes and shopping centers.  Not impressive.

The two big game 7′s on Saturday absolutely reeked, including one ridiculous home loss to a clearly inferior team and the most anticlimactic ending to what I thought up to that point the best first round series.

Across the two days, I dropped by the visiting mom’s hotel for chats and meals.  It was nice that she visited, being probably the last time to see me in the bay area before my departure.  Unfortunately my brother had to work most of the time, and I just didn’t have enough time to spend with her, leaving her to explore Stanford campus on her own.  Still, after our long conversations, I was reminded of how easy it was for her intense and unrelenting personality to leave me utterly drained.  I realize that I really need to become more effective at communicating to people with strong views who dominate conversations, although I suspect many of my woes here stem from established childhood patterns.

Brutal May so far and about to get worse as the big move approaches.