Greeted by a woman claiming to be your mother in an unfamiliar house with a backpack at your side and an enthusiastic little creature at your feet? That's the traditional pattern, yes.

[But then he pauses, musing on that a little. It's been over a year now since the day he arrived, after all, and yet he still vaguely remembers the disorientation and confusion of waking up somewhere else.]

I was fortunate enough to have friends already here, and they were able to straighten things out for me fairly quickly.