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2011 is here at last, and I have started the new year with a bang. I'm writing this from my mom's house, sitting on my old bed, my kitty next to me, because we just moved into a stellar new place, but won't have internet until the 10th.

It was sad to leave Chamblee / Brookhaven; I felt that sharp bittersweet feeling all last week, as we packed up our lives. It was my first house, the first one that was all mine, and leaving it was tough, no matter how happy I am to be gone. And I grew up in Chamblee, I know all the back roads and each traffic light holds a memory, from either that childhood or from the more recent Oglethorpe days. I even have to change grocery stores, which for most people isn't a problem or even something worth mentioning, but that Kroger has been my Kroger since I was 20. It's not the same if I can't grocery shop at 11:30 at night.

Nevertheless. It's time for change, and I am learning to welcome it with open arms. Our new apartment is amazing, and warm, and I just finished unpacking the kitchen today. It reminds me, for some unknown reason, of the house I grew up in, and that's not too shabby. I love the afternoon light, and the morning light, and that I have a walk-in closet.

And maybe that's what's important, folks. Take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, and always move forward.

Until next week.