The new place (as seen by George)

Eileen is really working me over about neglecting the blog (and of course, she's right), so I'm making an appearance to give my take on our first look at Lewisburg.

I was even more hare-brained than usual getting ready to hit the road on Friday, since it felt like there was an infinite and ever growing number of things to do before embarking on the next two years of our lives. So being rather out of sorts, in addition to my natural clutziness, I managed to knock the curtains down in Christy and Grammy's guest room before we finally got out to the car. Sorry Auntie, but we gotta run!

The drive to PA was rather uneventful, with the exception of everyone on the East Coast driving like a complete maniac. We were honked at on ten thousand occasions, tailgated constantly, and nearly driven off the road, all before reaching Maryland. But at least the weather was nice. We need a bumper sticker that says "Out of Towners" or "West Coasters" or something.

We only got lost twice on the way up. Once in Frederick, PA (a silly place), and again in Harrisburg, PA (our accidental detour led us to an impressive view of the State Capitol building from across the Susquehanna River, so it was a happy mistake). Luckily, Aunt Christy had lent us her GPS navigation device, so we just fired that baby up and followed its overly harsh and matronly voice back to the right track. We decided to call her, the GPS, Phyllis. We kept turning Phyllis off because she's just so dang annoying when you think you know where you're going. But darned if Phyllis wasn't our new best friend once we were hopelessly lost in Frederick!

So a few wrong turns and several right ones out of Virginia, and we arrived in Lewisburg. It's so stinking and utterly cute, you feel like you must have taken a wrong turn and blundered onto the movie set for Pleasantville. It will take some adjusting to get used to the cuteness.

Our new apartment is better than expected. Eileen got excited about having a full-sized oven.

And I got excited about having a MASSIVE attic above our apartment that is ALL OURS.

Awesomely huge. It runs the entire length of the house. And super creepy to boot!

The drive back to Virginia was slightly less honky, since I've been picking up some of the maniac driving techniques. Eileen was not impressed. Look for the next update from yours truly in, oh, about a year from now.