The Publyk House

We've passed The Publyk House several times over the past 10 days and tonight we finally decided to try it out. A major factor in our decision was being done with making crap from whatever we find in the fridge. We ordered the food online, and I went to pick it up.

Trash, houses, food and effing Xfinity

We've been building up a decent collection of trash since we arrived a week ago. As we're used to simply chucking bags of rubbish down the chute at our old apartment complex it didn't occur to either of us that we'd have to actually sort something out here to get rid of all the crap, and after checking with our landlord he told us to take it to the dump, or as it's called, the Transfer Station.

Lake Shaftsbury

We haven't really done too much since getting to Vermont. This is partly due to sheer exhaustion after driving across the country, partly to a sort of fug as we unpack our stuff and get used to a new place and partly to not really knowing what to do. So today we decided to get out of the house for a bit and go somewhere that isn't bloody Walmart: Lake Shaftsbury.

Settling in

Today we said farewell to the RV with a six-hour round trip to Connecticut.  We are very happy sad to see the back of HMS Dreambreaker, as I christened it, and if I never have to drive an RV 3,000 miles again it'll be too soon. We hired a car for the drive back to Vermont even though my new Subaru is sitting in the garage; we didn't think it fair that one of us would have to suffer driving the RV around New England roads on his/her own.

Day 6: New York to Vermont

WE MADE IT YAAAAAAYYY!!!1!!1!

Days 4 and 5: Iowa to Indiana, Indiana to New York

Traffic and road noise and cars and petrol stations and driving and endless NPR and more bloody driving OH WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!

Days 2 and 3: Utah to Colorado, Colorado to Iowa

We were hoping to get a photo of the "Welcome to Colorful Colorado" sign but Alicia got up to sort something out at the back of the RV and she we missed it, so here's the boring Welcome Centre sign instead. Please accept our apologies. And a word of caution: Rant ahead.

Day 1: California to Utah

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the cats began to yowl.

Two days to go

The movers have been and gone, leaving us with a mostly empty apartment that, thanks to its 30-foot ceiling, now has more reverb than a Slowdive performance.

Four days to go

This photo doesn't do justice to the number of boxes in our living room, which is my own fault for using the wide-angle mode on my new phone. It's like a mini-Manhattan against the wall next to our telly.