I made it here in one piece. Barely. The house is nice, albeit some issues with a scatterbrained landlord who doesn't like to return phone calls or emails. The city is adorable and has so much going on. The weather has been great. Even Toby seemed to immediately love it here.

So why oh why have I been in such an awful funk since arriving? I keep telling myself it's normal until I'm feeling settled in. Hopefully the reassurance is true and the funk/reoccuring bad dreams will end once I've thoroughly "nested" and this new place starts to feel like home.

In the meantime, I officially have an internet connection again. :)