Our new apartment is awesome. Brand new appliances, vaulted ceilings, a beautiful property that has a duck pond with fountains in it. There are koi, geese, turtles, hummingbirds everywhere. Our apartment has a cluster of redwood trees that we can touch from our balcony. It’s crazy. Idyllic. And the weather is so nice that it is actually a challenge for my February-in-Canada brain to accept it. But the last few days have been super tough too. Moving to another country is incredibly complicated, much much more so than we accounted for, and we were as prepared as we could have been. The journey here was hard for everyone, and now that we are here there is the frenzied dance of figuring out where everything is out here, getting new bank accounts, insurance, school registration, licenses, credit cards, getting a few bits of furniture into the house while we wait for all our stuff to get here, keeping the kids entertained, living without Netflix while we wait a week and a half for Comcast to set up our internet, and on and on. I keep forgetting to eat because there is so much to do. And it won’t all be done before I go back to work next week. And I finally realized that that’s OK, that it’s just going to take as long as it takes to settle in, and that we should give ourselves time to play while we chip away at it. We are here for adventure, and this is all part of that adventure. So fuck it. We’re going to the beach tomorrow.