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That settles it. I am happily done moving for at least another year. Our "new" house is small, but not unbearable--it's snug and cozy. I have pictures on the walls. My Christmas tree is up. Our cat is surprisingly happy with her new accommodations. And, happy day, we now have a shower IN our house! No more trekking to the lodge on frosty fall mornings! What's more, we will actually have a washer and dryer, plus a new fridge that is bigger than 1 cubic foot! To say that I'm happy would be an understatement. I am relieved, blessed, and able to relax. I have linoleum to wash in place of hastily painted plywood. The walls are painted a colour I helped pick. And our cupboards actually fit our freakishly huge dinner plates. Yes, reader, I admit that my raptures may seem vain to you, and I don't blame you for thinking so. But in this, our first year of marriage, I am more inclined than I ever have been to find joy in the simplest of things. Therefore I see no harm in it, and I will generously give thanks to my Father who has found it right to bless us with this time of rest.