Well, mission accomplished! A few days out West and we have a new neighborhood, a new apartment, a mountain house share in Tahoe with some new connections and a new pocket sized kitchen with retro written all over it and I’m a little bit in love. I was nauseous riding up and down the hills apartment hunting, and the whole thing was pretty much a blur, but at least we have somewhere to unload the boxes come New Year’s.
New York welcomed us home with an erratic cabbie who got into an accident on the way back from JFK and spent an hour shouting at another driver on the side of the road. But this is our last week of normal here, and even with that kind of homecoming, it’s good to be back home.