The Post Office notified me yesterday that my sixty day forwarding order is about to expire. I've now been a homeowner for fifty-nine days, and in the condo for about forty-five.
So far, so good.
Most of the immediate neighbors have been met, either in the garage or as I've been getting mail. They all appear to be my age or older; this is a positive, as our building and our little corner of the complex is nice and quiet. No racing cars, excessively loud music or all night parties to disturb the peace.
In the past forty-five days I've had one moving day meal delivery, two impromptu visits from friends and neighbors and thrown two (it would have been three, but last Saturday's dinner had to be postponed a week) dinner parties.
The local pizza places (one independent, one chain) can now reliably find the place before the pies cool off. Grocery, prescription and sundry retailers have been located. The least expensive place to buy gas was found, as was a little cafe for leisurely Saturday morning breakfasts (if I ever get to have one of those again).
It feels like home.
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