What did we get ourselves into?

I keep asking myself that everyday, which is probably not nearly as often as Eliza.

Where do I begin about our move...? I guess from the beginning:
We left Logan in a bit of a hurry. The house was a mess, and we thankfully have Michelle to clean up after us. I was really impressed that Eliza, Pam, and I could pack the U-Haul all by ourselves. It was not an easy process, and it was probably one of the hottest days up to that point(that won't be the last time I say that). I drove the U-Haul with Sam, and we had the Corolla in tow. Pam drove the Rav4 with Eliza, Jack, and the cats (how fun). We made it to North Platte, Nebraska, by the end of the first day. It took a lot longer than estimated, so we left early the next morning to make it to KC by 5:00 pm to get keys from the landlord and sign the documents. Well, we were able to get that U-Haul up to 75 and 80 mph (despite the 45 mph suggested limit for towing), and arrived a few hours early.
Our first impressions of Missouri: beautiful, green, hilly. Add to that hot, sauna-like, or, more realistic, steam-room-like. The day that we moved in was one of the hottest, humidist (yes, I said humidist) days up to that point. I began to sweat simply by standing outside for more than 2 seconds. Disgusting. I wish the shock of moving ended there, but it gets much worse.
Eliza and I decided on our duplex without coming out here to see it. We didn't feel the need to fly out to find a place because I had a connection through the school that helped us find a place. Well, we went to the leasing office first thing, signed the papers, and got the keys. We were excited to finally see our place. Upon entering the front door, we were knocked over by the overwhelming smell of cat urine. It was like walking into a nasty pet shop or vet. We were told before moving in that there would be pet damage, i.e. torn carpet, which we didn't have a problem with. We weren't told that the previous owners failed to use a litter box for their disgusting, overweight cats (as we learned from our chatty neighbor). Eliza had a break down. I don't blame her. It was nasty.
I really need to rap this story up and keep studying...suffice it to say we now have brand new carpet (thanks to Pam being assertive and telling our landlord whats up). The humidity has toned down this last week, and we can actually go outside without fear of becoming dehydrated instantaneously. School...I like it. I've never studied this much for school, so I'm hoping to do really well. Our class has a staggering 268 students, and I actually know someone from Utah State. How lucky is that?
Before I end, I have to add that Sam and I went to the local theme park the day after we moved in. It was awesome. Other than the sick humidity that made us sweat so bad our clothes were absolutely drenched the entire time, they had a couple of great rides that made Sam pitch his cookies. I've never seen such control while vomiting, and I'll leave it at that (sorry, no pictures).