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Home Sweet Home

I'm here!  Thanks to the help of a very special mommy and daddy, the move is complete and I am writing this from the comfort of my new home.  Despite the chaos surrounding this endeavor things went relatively smoothly.  I did, however, manage to lock myself in the bathroom.  Apparently the lock buttons are on the outside of the bathroom doors instead of the inside, so if you come to visit beware.  I'd like to blame the door button on my unfortunate incident, but as it turns out I'm quite talented at getting locked into places.  I once managed to lock myself in the bathroom during Passover, much to the amusement of my fellow seder-mates.
As I relax in my humble abode I think back to all I left behind.  The noise, the stink, the fireworks, the trash. 
And now the moment has passed.  Cheerio!

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