It's just a series of paranoias and panics. Right now, I just want the truck to go back and, voila, it's done, everything else should be better. (Of course, this will change after the return of the truck.)
But as I drive around... I just feel like a tourist. I feel like this apartment is a hotel room. (The landscaping outside really adds to that feeling for me.) Everything is new and different looking, and I just feel like I'm not driving "right".
We hit Target for a few supplies, and I wanted to hit Cingular to look at cell phones, but we missed them by half an hour. So I got back on Harbor and just decided to drive past the apartment and see what was farther down that way. There's a Tower, and lots more restaurants. Harbor ends at Newport Boulevard, and we took that down to PCH, went on PCH for a little (because I couldn't get out of the turn lane on Newport), turned around, and came home. I felt like such a tourist, but I could definitely smell the ocean, even if I couldn't see it that well.
Did I mention that the moving truck is unloaded?