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Five months and three moves (2 home, 1 work) and my day-to-day is shaping up into my all-time favorite version of itself, ever. No two days are exactly the same, which may be the best part of all.

 I come home to a house that has felt cosy and good and warm and just *right* since the first walk-through. My quirks are such that its quirks work, somehow. Or perhaps it’s the other way around.

Possibilities and responsibilities have never been in better balance. I can only wonder what took me so long to get here. And make the most of every single second, any which way I can. 

Today it was bringing the cheese to Broad Street and getting a brand-new axle out of the deal, producing a cobra cake that I swear was magically charmed into existence, and reveling in friendships that began almost exactly half our lives ago, with people I now get to see all the time. Whose kids I bake birthday cakes for, using the stand mixer their parents gave me all those years ago. Who knew?