As I sit here in a dark empty apartment I find myself wishing that I had more lead time on the move. It retrospect, it probably woulda been better to pack/ship everything a week early and meet it here instead of being here a week before my stuff. Oh well. It’s pretty much camping with fewer bugs and better restaurants.
My trip out was fairly normal as far as flights go. The added element of Wifecat to the flight proved to be pretty anticlimatic. She cried a lot on the smaller flight and threw up on the air tram / terminal train in Dallas, but outside of that she did fine. She seems to approve of the new place (the counters are lower and easier to jump on) so for now we’re settling into what can only be described as domestic felicity.