It begins

Well, we have arrived. We are in a comfortable (read Freedom catalogue) serviced apartment in Fremantle with lots and lots of luggage. The rest of our worldly possessions are in a truck on their way to meet us in approximately 14 days, at which time we will hopefully have a house to move into.

Our most important other item, the Pusscat, is at my brother's house, hiding under their bed. Leaving her there temporarily was a bit traumatic for me (those who saw me at that time would say 'more than a bit'). My fairly pathetic explanation for the tears was that "it felt mean because I couldn't explain to her what was happening." However, she did a great job of traumatising herself even more...

On our last night in Sydney she decided to escape from my brother's house - something she has never done before. This involved jumping out the window onto the back roof and scampering over a few more roofs until she got stuck there in the rain. In the morning when we noticed she was missing - who knows how many hours later - my hero, the Fella, got the ladder into the neighbour's garden and coaxed her over to lift her down. The positive note to all this is that I've decided that even the 5 hour plane trip to meet us here will not be worse than that experience. Is that good parenting, or what?

So, we are gradually ticking off the essential Fremantle experiences - beginning with a visit to Little Creatures straight off the plane last night. But today will be mostly taken up with more mundane activities: grocery shopping, house hunting (an open house this afternoon for a house that looks amazing), car shopping and job hunting. Fingers crossed!