Well, I got here in one peice after my flight to Chicago was cancelled...caught up in the wave of AA cancellations sweeping the nation. It turned out that they just put me on the flight connecting through Boston instead and since that was the flight I really wanted to be on anyway I was probably the happiest person they had flying that day.
The whole trip so far has been kind of surreal. It is finally starting to sink in that I am not on some extended vacation and did actually leave my job with no safety net to move to a city I don't know very well...but Steph informed the other day that she was brave enough to wrangle the managment company into granting us permission to paint the very stark white walls of our living room to one of the existing colors in the apartment, so at least my life in Chicago will feel that much less like the newsroom.
The plane ride was interesting with a screening of National Treasure: Book of Secrets, which I really wanted to see anyway. Gafaw if you will but the first was a thrilling sort of adventure that kept me on the edge of my seat. With the sequel sort of leaning in the same direction, however, i.e. massive clue hunt which leads to a large underground room filled with ancient treasure, I was less gripped than with the first and more or less concerned with a greater mystery...how far does Nicholas Cages hairline go, at which point does he give up the tupee/hairplugs and just go full monty or with a wig. Deep questions people.
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