The Spot

The nicest thing about travel is the appreciation it gives you for home.
[Italy: "I'm in Italy! With Dan!"--> it was so good to see him again, I still can't believe it]. France and Italy and everywhere were amazing, delicious, sexy, awe-inspiring, etc, etc
But I really enjoyed that first cup of Tim's...
Which I consumed while trying to decide on furniture. Still undecided. So I'm roughing it on my new [very new] floor in a very old house. The apartment is gorgeous in a way I've come to enjoy this summer: it has character.
But it also has all those North American conveniences I've come to miss: lots of hot water, big huge bathroom, space. My own room! Inconceivable! I haven't slept in my own room for four months!
Angie did good: she's a fabulous house hunter.
I don't have much time to savour it quite yet. I got here Thursday night, Dan arrives tonight, we leave for Miscou tomorrow. I haven't even begun to unpack, and I'm already taking a break. I hate moving so very much.
But we'll be back in about a week. So if there's anyone left in Halifax, drop me a line. Angie and I just might have a housewarming party while Dan's in the midst of the craziness known as orientation.
Tim's! Wake me, please!
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