State of the Garden

I am finally in the Garden State after a rather protracted road trip amply filled with fever and a cold brought on by all the allergies dust stirred up during packing (I think there's a Nobel Prize in the wings for discovering the true nature of allergies).

The first thing I rather surprisingly notice is how much more tiring it is to drive here compared to Atlanta where the drivers are supposed to be rather rash. Plus, the constant exits and bifurcations on several different highways, routes and streets that one needs to traverse to travel quite non-linearly between any two points is frustrating. I am also hoping to actually see some gardens in the garden state. My hundreds of books also made the journey here although I have to still check how many of them are still in pristine condition. And I am still looking for an apartment while I am comfortably imposing myself on my cousin at his place.

For now I am aiming to hang out a little at the bookstores and cafes in nearby Princeton, hoping to meet some like-minded people. If you want to pointlessly muse and pontificate and don't feel scared in meeting strange new people, drop me a line. I would also appreciate it if anyone could bring their wisdom to bear on three things important to me; good bookstores (other than the ubiquitous Borders), good movie theaters where one can especially catch off-beat or foreign movies, and good restaurants and cafes where one can stare blankly at nothingness for hours and read.