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- I am now renting a new place from the bank, a 30-year lease. Pretty sweet deal. Don't have to pay a cent until December (oh, uh, other than the $700 I had to pay at closing, and the $3,000 earnest money). It's got the nicest appliances I've ever used in my life. I swept and mopped and then polished all of the floors and they look fantastic. I figured out how to adjust the temperature control for the bathroom floor (although I don't know exactly what I should adjust the program to). The seller left: a giant flatscreen tv mounted to the bedroom wall, two lawnmowers, cleaning supplies, a tarp, two hoses, and some dog toys. I am not quite moved out of my old apartment. I didn't want to move out of my old apartment. As we were packing things up and taking them away, I got this weird sense of - I belonged to that place and I didn't want to leave and - my things being taken away was just - It is easier to close a chapter in the book of your life if you've already started the next chapter, but if you haven't started the next chapter yet it's - like when you travel and lay your head down that night on a pillow in a bed somewhere on the other side of the world and your dreams are filled with things from that life you left behind. Or not. I don't know. Too tired to think about it right now. Somehow, during the move, my bed became even more comfortable.
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