We arrived last week. Matt came from Zurich on Sunday morning, and I arrived the following morning, from California. I left my new fleece jacket on the plane, but otherwise arrived sleepless and intact, jetlagged and bleary-eyed, with my 90-plus pounds of luggage.
Matt met me at the main station, after I took one of the beautiful fast trains from Arlanda downtown. He led me to our new apartment in what turns out to be a posh up-and-coming neighborhood, Gärdet, close to a port. You can hear the cruise ships sounding their horns, and seagulls reeling and cree-creeing overhead.
On Monday evening, after we rented some city bikes for riding to the grocery store, we rode down to the waterfront.