April 1

Adam woke me up this morning with surprising news: although our paperwork was delayed and the transaction won't be formally recorded until tomorrow, the seller agreed to give us the keys to our new house today. So after we got the all-clear note from our realtor, we packed up the cars with some boxes and made our way across town.

We didn't get a whole lot moved on day one; we'll be doing it all ourselves over the course of the weeks to come, since COVID19 restrictions make it impossible to get help. But we did move over most of our clothes and a few pieces of furniture, and we did enjoy our first dinner in the backyard as the sun dipped toward the horizon: burgers (and hot dogs) from Nations. And it was delicious.

It's not the first time we've bought a home, of course, but it's always a little bit surreal to open the front door for the very first time as a new owner. It's like you're literally stepping into an all-new world filled with possibility and stuffed with the outlines of memories waiting to be made. It's a beautiful, beautiful thing, and I --we-- are thankful for what's been, what is, and what's to come.