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We are finally unpacked and settled into our new place. The memory of the old apartment, drafty as a colander and as quiet as a growling dog on your lap, recedes. You have your new bus stop, and I am still sorting out my new running trail by the water. Now that the pictures are up (the final percent in our Moving In status bar), we are residents in this quiet cement cove where the neighbors down the street are the beach and turtles in their protected wetlands. I'm grateful for all your support in the move and what might be a new job on the horizon. Happy monthly anniversary.