Last night I got to hang out in the bungalow with its new resident, an old friend of mine. She and her family have moved in and begun making themselves at home.
I was a little afraid it would be weird-- remembering that it's not mine (I mean, it is, but it's not, ya know?), seeing all their stuff in there, arranged differently...
But it wasn't. It was awesome. I had such a good time and loved every minute of seeing the house settling into its new life with a new family.
I still don't understand how people can live in new construction.
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