Moving to the right coast

J and I have arrived in our new town.... We're in a bizarre state of limbo where I have to work, but have no office; and we can paint the walls in the new apartment, but can't move in. Intellectually, I know that this would happen, but from an emotive / instinctive level, I still find it oddly upsetting to be so rootless.

We are staying at a friend's house, and he has basically rented us a room for the time being. It won't be much longer now before we will be allowed to actually occupy our new place, except for the fact that all our furniture and other worldly possessions are... somewhere in a truck, toodling along across the country at a nice, leisurely pace (in short, I have no idea where it is).

Then there is the matter of my cats, which are bumping along in their individual kennels, riding in my car with J's dad and brother, somewhere in the vasty wildernesses. I miss them a lot, and I hope they make it across safely.