The Eagle has Landed

Vivian and Mazie are taking a cold bath right now, washing off the itchy grass feeling they got from playing in the yard we share with approximately 12 other units. They really like it. This neighborhood (apartment complex if you like) is like Little Brooklyn in the sense that it's multicultural and family-ish. We also have some artsy neighbors with an absolutely amazing garden (will upload photos when I can).

I was in interpersonal lock-down for about 48 hours after we moved here - not really trusting my surroundings or myself in them enough to correspond with the outside world in anything more than a cursory way. I can't think of any good reason for me to have taken so long to warm up to the idea of relaxing in this new place, but it did.

From start to finish, we have had an incredible amount of help with this process. I thank everyone who has moved our boxes, hefted our furniture, tetris-ed our moving truck, fed us, and lifted our spirits at every step. WOW, have we had help.

In the past couple of days, we have taken care of some practical issues:

1. returning Penske truck to Penske place across town
2. Returning hand truck separately because we forgot the hand truck in our living room
3. Cleaning kitchen thoroughly
   
4. Shelf papering all shelves
5. Getting "as-is" bookshelf to substitute for our pantry
6. Introducing ourselves to the pool
7. Learning our way around this part of town while on various errands

I have to say that, in general, we live in a family-friendly place with an abundance of cool places to eat, interesting places to visit, and tons of events (Tomorrow, for instance, is the Peachtree Road Race at 7:30 a.m. We plan to watch the finish line, which is 2 miles from our house.).

The key is, our kids make this a home. They necessitate and create a home base. Gotta go read them to bed.

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