A (very late) Update

I've been without internet for the last week, which is why there's been such a delay in the blog posts. But I did arrive safe and well, with minimal fuss at Immigration. I think the officer was so bemused by the honest truth that he couldn't help but believe my story, so he let me in. Tragically, my luggage didn't fare so well. Virgin have lost it - which I'm hearing lately is a habit of theirs - and it's still MIA as I type this. They're also being extremely unhelpful about it. Their helpline is a bunch of people who know nothing and care less, and each time I ring them they seem mildly irritated that I'm constantly wondering where my stuff is. As though having clothes and underwear and shoes is something most people do without. *eyeroll*

Anyway! Other than that, all is going very well. Our apartment is lovely, I'll try and insert some pictures at the end of this blog. The area is nice too, very quiet, but close enough to the Glendale Fashion District for me to walk there. Which I did a couple of days ago, when Tony was working. It was very amusing trying to navigate the roads. In Ireland, we don't have intersections like the US, and it became rapidly apparent to me that there is a Road Dance I have never learned. I would reach an intersection, all the traffic would come grinding to a halt, I would rock back and forth on my heels a moment, craning my neck to see the non-existent lights and wondering when the cars would move again. Eventually it occurred to me that they might be waiting for ME to make a move, so I tested that by stepping out onto the road. And here I am, still alive...

Food shopping also mystifies me. It's very difficult to find... well, normal things. Or else they're very expensive. Regular staples like olive oil and brown bread cost me the sun and moon, because they were sitting next to these weird cheaper options that looked like cartoon food from The Simpsons. I also walked down an aisle comprised primarily of potato-like substances in microwave bags. Yet I failed to find real potatoes. Veeeeeeeery odd. And there are no colour catchers here for the washing machine! I can't wash my clothes without colour catcher sheets, the colours run too much! What shall I do?! (Well, not that it matters, considering I have no clothes anyway)

Here are a few apartment pics. The second one is a picture of where our tv unit should be. =p