So, soon enough, my overhead view is going to change, and the specific sounds of my neighborhood are also going to change. I got an apartment a few blocks over. I’m really excited, and I’m also mournful, (as) I described to a friend. It’s just new, and everything is new. Except for the house is old, but everything is new inside and um, it’s all for me. I’ve never chosen a place where the only things that mattered were what I wanted. And that’s… that’s heady.