Well, we made it to London. And so did all eight suitcases, and, more importantly, our dog, which was my biggest concern. We all landed before 10 a.m., but she wasn’t delivered to us until 5 p.m., so I worried all day. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem too worse for the wear after her journey.

Wren is definitely nervous in her new (temporary) very urban environment. There really aren’t any patches of grass at all where we are staying for two weeks in The City, so we have to walk her down very busy roads to find somewhere for her to go to the bathroom. The nearest place with any grass at all is a lovely old church by Sir Christopher Wren, so that is where our Wren finally released her long-held American pee. It was quite poetic, I think. And also probably not allowed.

I’m anxious to get moved in to our house and get settled, for Wren’s sake, especially. The temporary flat is fine, I guess, but it still feels like we are living out of suitcases, and it’s very noisy (it’s warm out this week–for London, anyway–and there’s no A/C so we have to keep the windows open all day and night, so the street noise is extra loud), and there’s the issue of nowhere for Wren to go. It is very close to two tube stations, however.

In other exciting arrivals news, my new nephew was born in Portland this morning. So it’s a happy day!