House warming
I'm blogging from the new place, which we spent our first night in last night. It was strange: we lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling of our bedroom and wondered aloud at the weirdness. Here we are, in a place that belongs equally to both of us, neither of us feeling like we belong to it, at least not yet. Even my mattress felt weird--when Conrad and Dad put it on the bed, I asked them to flip it, and my comfy groove was gone. It is like staying at a hotel. In a way, I feel like I'm living outside of myself, just watching everything. Sgt. Whiskers had no problem getting into his groove. He walked in and instinctively found his "office," sight unseen. I hope I settle into this new place as easily as Kurtie does into his crapbox.
April
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