
After many frantic weeks of preparation, self-doubt, and repeated checking off of lists, we set off from fair Montréal en vers New York City. We expected some kind of last minute hitch at Customs, yet all went according to plan and we were met at the airport by The Atomic Squid,* our kind host and fixer-of-all-problems in Brooklyn. She kindly ferried us to her home, The Figtree, where she plied us with noodle soup and fixed us up a cozy nook. We trotted up to fetch the keys, cast a brief glance over the new place, and wearily wended our way back to Figtree, where we greeted our second host, The Grand Pademelon, and tumbled into a sleepy heap in the cozy nook. There endeth the First Day.
*Disclaimer: Pseudonyms subject to change over time as I get better ideas or merely get tired of typing the long ones.
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