So, last week, we packed the cat in a box, the dog in the back seat, the dad and brother in the moving truck, and we set out for the three day trek from Houston to Massachusetts. There was blood. There was sweat. There were tears. But mostly, there was a whole lot of this:
It was fantastic, and now we can officially call the Northeast our home.
Okay. I have a few complaints about the Northeast:
1. Mexican food is considered part of the ethnic food aisle at the grocery store.
2. This complaint is also about the lack of Mexican food. Anyone from Texas will understand that this is a serious issue. On day 2, after a near mental breakdown in the bread aisle at the grocery store, we were forced to take matters into our own hands.
This worked, obviously, because my girlfriend rocks.
Tortillas for everyone!
3. I don't really have anymore complaints, because this place is awesome.
I mean, just look at it.
