We made it.
We live in Austin.
Our belongings are in Austin. Our bodies are in Austin. Our mail is even being forwarded to Austin.
Now all we need are jobs and a new place to live, 'cause I love my parents but I only want to crash at their place temporarily, not live here. I need personal space, to be able to leave dirty dishes in my own sink and to walk around in undies. Walking around in undies is very important to me.
Anywhozzile, I am updating this as I am supposed to be completing an essay question for a job application. But my tummy hurts, and I might need a nap...
Oh, the unemployed lifestyle. I hope it doesn't last too long, but I'm going to love it while I can.