First night in Berkeley was awesome! Got myself acquainted with this summer’s living quarters, and check it out: there’s a lemon tree right in front of the house. You read right, a LEMON tree. Who could ask for more? I forgot my pillow so I borrowed my associates for the night (hopefully I can fill this up with posts before he sees this one). The moment I stepped out of the plane and into the San Francisco International Airport (still not sure what the ‘O’ stands for in SFO), I was utterly astonished with the quality of atmosphere I was now dealing with. I felt my shoes were too dirty to walk on the pristine floors that must have been power cleaned by Godzilla’s keeper. Got a little confused with the BART and the Bus system here. When I arrived it took a while to figure out the BART, which took me directly to downtown Berkeley. From there I was meant to take a bus up to the apartment, but I figured, why take a bus when you can do it yourself? So I began walking. And walking. And walking. And taking a break. And crying. And walking again. Until finally I reached an apartment called “Highland Place.” I should have known not to walk just by the name of this place. Anyway, to wrap it up: first night was fabulous; everything from the mellow weather, to the affable people exerted itself beyond my expectations. I look forward to waking up tomorrow.