I woke up to the lowing of cattle, which means that I have officially arrived. I have arrived in the land of palm trees. Of vast open ranches. Of dense shrubbery. Of oil pumps bobbing up and down. Of cool mornings and blisteringly hot days.
There is a special level of annoyance that comes from moving your belongings around an inordinate amount of times. Here's a little snippet of the number of times I have moved my belongings in the last 2 years: