Yes, note the last name change for some time to come.
Last night Lori and I hauled the bags in to my new home. New — well, only new to that unit. It’s funny to think I first moved into those apartments in 1992 (or was it ’91?). They’re different from the first time. More security, new paint, a lovely courtyard. Every window was lit up. Red rooms, pale green rooms, a dark blue wall here and there. It is an odd experience being a stranger from the past. The place and I both have much to learn about each other all over again.
For now, I’m a stranger with a bed, a couch and that’s it. Friday all of that should change and I get to reunite with some old furniture. Friends and family converging to help. I’m overwhelmed. But most of all, I’m content that for a first time in a long time someone said to me “welcome home” and it seemed a more lasting truth.
Pictures after the furniture comes.