So I know I’ve been a bit late on getting this blog started, but let’s be honest. I was either in an airport or on a plane for 20 hours. I deserve some slack. Since I know everyone is so anxious to read about my new life on Guam, I’m hoping to be able to get up at least a post or two a week depending on the week’s “awesome rating.” Finally, much like my first experience driving on Guam (foreshadowing?!), I have next-to-no idea what direction this blog’s going to take until it actually gets there. But before I get into that adventure, let me back up a little bit.
Where in the world is Cameron? San Diego?
As you’re probably aware (or maybe not, there are no assumptions here), I recently was hired as a reporter for the Pacific Daily News, the largest newspaper on the tropical island of Guam. Guam, affectionately known as “Where?” by most Americans is a small island located about 2,500 miles east of the Philippines and is home to about 170,000 residents who, by virtue of Guam’s position as a territory, retain US citizenship. The island is also only 209 square miles in area (roughly the size of Austin, Texas) though it bears a striking resemblance to a very drunk Pictionary drawing of New Jersey.
Now that I’ve given out a, if I may say so, very thorough and scholarly intro to Guam, I can get on to what’s important: myself. While I’m hoping to have a “Ten things I’ve learned about Guam” list that seems to be pretty much mandated for any “living abroad” blog, I’ll be the first to admit that I still have about nine things left to learn before getting that list together. And considering that the only thing I learned is that making a left turn coming out of the outlet mall instead of a right takes me away from my hotel rather than toward it, I doubt that’s very much use to those reading this blog who are not coming to visit me from the outlet mall. Though, it does make for a good story and will catch you up on my most recent adventure around Guam.