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Yesterday, Kristen, Pete and Larry drove the Neon, Lita and I drove truck. Pete took to the open road rather well. Larry on the other hand went into a hyperventilating fit. His mouth was wide open, all of his teeth showing, breath was fast and heavy and he was hissing at every move. I think Pete's companionship helped calm him down, eventually they both were crawling all over their mom. Lita did well, of course. Everytime Kristen passed on Lita's side of the truck Lita immediately began whimpering and wagging her tail. Even at 75 mph Lita recognizes her mommy.

I had romanced about the moment when the Indy skyline disappeared in my rear view mirror, and each time I passed a landmark in Indy on our way out of town, I'd think about some history I had at that landmark. I figured I'd be teared up all the way from Napoleon St. to Plainfield. But it wasn't all that dramatic. I seemed to only be focused on the road in front of me.

The first thing we noticed when we got to our new residence was that this place is so much bigger (and cooler) than we had remembered. The movers arrived to unload a few hours late. Apparently, with all of the road closes on I-70, their GPS suggested driving to Louisville and taking 64 over. Even with the detours, K and I made it in 4.5 hours, the movers took about 7. The first two pieces of furniture to come off the truck took some heavy damage: the mirror to K's really old vanity was broke and so was the frame around the mirror and there were gouges, scrapes and scratches all over my new enormous book cases. Two men and a truck will try to replace the damaged items (unlikely for several obvious reasons) or reimburse for estimated repairs. I'll believe it when it happens. The ugly unloaders both made negative comments about the quality of the loading of the truck. Let this be a lesson: take the hillbilly/white trash guys over the well formed Zeus looking dude with the blue eyes.

Today we spent nearly the entire day unpacking. Lita pretty much made her self at home. She's already barking fiercely at the landlord, gas man, electric man and just about anybody that walks by the front of the house. Pete and Larry are still smelling every square inch of the place and based on how much they are eating and sleeping, I'm guessing they are feeling a little bit better.

I, on the other hand, have become a little melancholy. I can't really call it home-sickness, I think that takes a little more time than just 24 hours. I think it's just the realization setting in that this place is home, or, if not, at the very least it's our house. Despite things like im, sms, email and blogs that purportedly make this world a lot smaller, it's still not small enough. There was great comfort in knowing that Hero practice is just a day away; Vanessa, Mel and Katie are just a couple doors down; derby is this weekend... We really only know two people in this densely populated city, and we have to pay them rent! It's really scary. I'm really happy we've made this decision, but as we both knew, it came with consequences.