Consider this a preamble for a retro diary that will describe the last week. It's been crazy, had some highs and some lows, but the main thing is it was a safe transit and as of moments before noon today, we are about 90 percent settled. Only a few boxes remain to be unpacked, and despite a break today for some important football-watching, by tonight I expect we'll be completely at home.
The neighborhood is not only charming, but the neighbors are fantastic. Everything is very encouraging so far.
We're sore, and tired. The house is dirty from the detritus of unloading boxes and whatnot, so after all is said and done we will then have to do a lot of cleaning. I've already done about 10 loads of laundry, with another just sitting there looking lonely.
I'm also intent on raking the back yard; it's used mostly by us and the hounds, but I want to be a good neighbor.
It already feels like this is going to be a good place and good situation for us. The outlook is rosy. And cold. Last night we ventured to hipster Allston to a great little breakfast place called @Union; we'd found it on our scouting mission. On the walk back to the car, a sharp wind blew through us. Winter's a real thing here. But bring it on.