As of last week, our cars officially became Nevada residents. Yesterday, both Brian and I received of Nevada Driver's licenses! The license is NOT pretty, not even taking into account the fact that my picture was taken between my trip to the bathroom to lose my breakfast and my trip to the bathroom to lose my lunch. Although we were too late to vote in the Midterm elections, we are now officially Nevada Residents.
The apartment is finally starting to feel like home. We'll post some update pics soon, although I'm trying to put off taking any pictures until all of the boxes are gone (they aren't!), which should be soon, because I'm finally starting to feel better, and I'm starting to feel like I have the energy to do more than just lie on the couch when I get home from work.
We are both really liking our neighborhood. We have found that the Rosati's pizza that they have in Las Vegas is the closest thing to decent pizza we are going to find. Our first attempt at pizza delivery from a place called "Pie in the Sky" turned out to be much too similar to Papa John's - bad news. Rosati's actually cuts its pizza into squares, something not usually embraced outside of Chicagoland. We were very happy.
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