I came out to Houston to find an apartment. It didn't have to be anything special - just someplace to crash for 3 months until we settle into our permanent house (wherever that may wind up being) that takes Roscoe. My search ended just a little while ago in Stafford, Texas, a southwestern suburb. It'll do for now. Not sure where we will wind up, but this is where we are now.
I've determined the weather out here is a tad strange. It's about 90 out right now (and humid), and there's these pockets of storms not more than a mile wide that are floating around. It will be good to have weather again. I hope.
In the mean time, it's back to San Diego tomorrow, and back to packing. Did I mention I hate moving?
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Oh Chris how I miss your humor. You guys are going to do great in Houston. Word of advice and I am sure Joe would agree with me on this. Eat as much Mexican food as you can. Hell, as you are driving/flying however you are leaving SD stop and get a burrito. You will thank yourself in 3 months when you would give your first born kid for a rolled taco.
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