This one is for Molly who loves when kittens and rainbows fly out my ass.

A year ago, we lived above the garage in an unheated space. There was a bed and many boxes. Please note, that there was no running water or any of those nice things that come with running water, like a toilet.

All of our worldly goods were in a storage unit. (Well, except for the shower curtain rings-- I mean for god's sake, don't pack those away. keep them handy AT ALL TIMES. Until of course, you move, and then you can't find them anywhere and have to buy another set at which time, naturally, you will find them in the bottom of your cosmetics case).

This past weekend, T brought home the very last bits and boxes from the storage unit and we now have all of our worldly belongings here, underfoot and scattered randomly around the house as they should be.

Included in that last haul was the giant easel he made for me lo these many Christmases ago, dozens of canvases I forgot I had, and my rock collection. How did I live an entire 24 months without my rocks? Let's just say I'm a survivor.

All of which is to say, we are finally settling in. T has his own office down in the "basement" which has a cement floor, but also has views like this--

Besides a giant desk tricked out with web system staples, he has got the room set up with music recording stuff, a carrom board, and shelves upon shelves of old books and every user's guide in known universe.

I think we can safely say he is happy in that manly, there-is-a-den-to-which-I-can-retreat, way.

And me? I look back at where I was a year ago and I am amazed at the difference in how I experience a day. Where I couldn't bear the sight of "wish pods" for all the broken dreams they represented to me, now I see water glisten on bare, dark November tree branches and I (insert nauseating proclamation of experiencing le bonheur daily, like every day, like dark and cold and rain--okay, I am really not liking the dark, but does it affect my mood? my underlying contentment? it just doesn't).

How much of this hygge feeling is based on my recent job shift? A lot. A very, very lot. Can I say that with better grammar? Perhaps, but the answer is: a very, very lot.

And there's someone I'd like to thank publicly. Someone who reached out to me last year and literally coached me through the transition over the course of months and months. Someone who made me believe that there is such a thing as loving your job and that you can make it happen. Someone-- okay wait, I'm totally having flashbacks to that scene in "Dirty Dancing" where Patrick Swayze stands up and says, "nobody puts Baby in the corner."

Let me just say, Jecca, you are an angel. I am most beholden.

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