We are homeowners. It happened. It’s happening. I can’t quite tell if it’s really done yet. I still almost drive to the apartment every day after work.

But it’s good.

We have a garage now. The street is quiet. The windows are far less drafty than the apartment and the poodle has adapted well. She loves the yard and slips on the hardwood floors and doesn’t bark too much at noises she can’t quite identify.

I hope she’s happy.

The girlfriend took this picture of the poodle in our emptying apartment that makes me wonder:


But, like I said, things are good.