VSM: I lol'd.
I believe the quote goes something like "three moves equals one fire." So much stuff we can't find that we KNOW we packed. Like, the power cord for one of the monitors(why wasn't it with the monitor!?), the HDMI cables for the PS3(WHY WASN'T IT WITH THE PS3!?) and, of all things, the shelves to our small black bookcase. How *shelves* get lost, I will never know. That one I blame on the movers since they handled all the furniture type things. Oh well, we'll make due.
The neighborhood is...well, odd. It's run down and in disrepair, but not sketchy, if that makes any sense. Starting the process of checking out the local food offerings. Bunch of taquerias in throwing distance, as well as some mexican bakeries/grocery stores and even an ice cream parlor...all of which have exactly 0 english on the menus. That's how hispanic the neighborhood is. Still, the food we've tried has all been acceptable or better so far, which is nice. Best place so far has been this cruddy looking hole in the wall burger place with a sign proclaiming it to be "Best Burgers". The sign may be partially broken(about half the letters no longer light up), but it's not joking. Best burgers I've had on this coast outside of The Counter.
Still, even with the house being a giant mess of boxes, getting to know a new area and generally being in that post-move exhaustion...stress levels down like 80%. Whee~
