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I 've finally finished the process of moving, and now I'm getting used to the new apartment, the new neighbors, the new neighborhood, and all things new that go along with moving. I have replaced every single, filthy, mini-blind and curtain in the entire apartment. When we first got there, we thought about taking the mini-blinds out and hosing them off. We actually tried it. There wasn't enough soap in the world. The curtains--the very same sheers that hung in Joseph of Arimathea's sitting room--were, of course, doomed from the outset. My roommate's mother actually hand-made replacements for us, and they are absolutely beautiful. They're just a little bit thicker, and infinitely cleaner, and they hang all the way down to the floor. They're also cut fuller than the others were. I also washed down every inch of the woodwork, including doors and window frames, and discovered that the original paint color was, in fact, white. Good thing I didn't bet any money on it.
Surrounding the new apartment, we have actual neighbors--the real kind, who know our names. About a week after we moved in, a panicked neighbor dropped by to see if we had anything to feed an unexpected card party. I let him have the pan of brownies I had just finished baking, and in return, he has now loaned me a blender. My blender died. (That's a total of less than an hour from the moment Roommate's Mother gave me the blender to the moment it was sitting on the counter, smoking.) And even knowing the gruesome details, my wonderful neighbor still loaned me a blender. We have found a 3rd person to get coffee with us. Not that we actually think that we have anything in common... we just love all our fellow addicts, and at the very least, we can sit around and talk about coffee. And yes, we all got up early in the morning on the 4th to watch the neighborhood kazoo band.

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