Well, we're in our new apartment now. The air shipment (mostly toys, some kitchen equipment, and clothes) landed in Calgary late last week, and it looks like it might be delivered here tomorrow.
The amount of displacement dysphoria that I'm feeling here suprises me; we've lived in Calgary before, but it isn't really helping me feel settled at all. It feels just like it was when we moved to St. John's, BKK, and Saigon - everything is new or not-quite-similar/not-quite-different and I haven't quite figured out what I really ought to be doing.
We've lived here before, but it was in another part of this sprawl of a metropolis, and today, as I was walking to the grocery store, I couldn't shake the feeling that there were other places to buy bagels that were a lot closer than where I was going. I may not be working with a language barrier for the first time in six times, but there's definitely a knowledge barrier.
Right now it's summer; my kids like being busy and all of the stuff that I thought we'd pass our days doing (visiting the Zoo, the playground on Prince's Island Park, the central library) have been closed due to flood clean-up, so it seems like there isn't anything to do here, but the truth is just that I have no idea what else there is to do around where we live!