Like a cross to bear or a stone around the neck our luck has gotten much better since we dropped off the Uhaul yesterday. We now have bank accounts and library cards and much of the apartment unpacked (we need to get a bookcase and dresser before we can finish) and ate our first meal at home last night. The cats are back to normal and we're sleeping again and I don't have that gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach like I have had since moving day.

Although things are better for me I just found out one of my best friends who I grew up with lost her house in New Orleans and is on the road staying with various family members waiting to hear where she'll end up (she was doing a post-doctoral internship at Tulane) and her mom lost her home too. I'm glad they're all safe, but it certainly puts my feeling of being lost in perspective. |