We finally moved into our apartment!
After about an hour orientation with our real estate agent, we learned how to use all the various remotes and screens and buttons (toilet included) that control our house. Next we picked up our kitties, Max crying the entire way over, and brought them home. They are still getting used to everything: the city noises, the creaks and cracks and bells and dings that make up apartment life, the sunny patios that peer down onto the traffic below, the pigeon that came by to rest on the windowsill (17 floors up!), and having so much more space to run around.
We spent the weekend walking around our (cute but not very trendy) neighborhood and just hanging out with the kitties. At home, the boys never left our sides, especially Max. I would give Max “tours” of the house calling him to follow me from room to room. He was so curious about his new surroundings but didn’t want to be in a room without one of us present.
It feels like our bodies and brains are finally be allowed to breathe a deep sigh as everything is processed — the move, our new environment, being in another country, etc. It is such a HUGE relief to be together under the same roof.