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Miss Piggy is my feminist idol.

We met with the sellers last night at the house. It was so sweet — they bought champagne and everything! We had a toast and they went over all the mundane stuff with us — user manuals, keys, trash pickup, the firebox, the alarm system … my head was reeling. We waved them off with their last truckload, and then just stood there in the twilight looking at this … house. With this big open front door and all these welcoming lights on. It felt so scary and alien. But great, too. I have wanted to do this for so long. I am really excited. I think. Haha! So now it is all ours to start moving in slowly.

I met a few of the neighbors, too, and they were all welcoming and fun. They came to see the sellers off and wish them good luck. The woman next door is a yoga instructor (She showed up barefoot! That made me happy.) and the one across the street (who I didn’t get to meet) dabbles in massage therapy out of her home. I guess a bellydancer will fit right in …

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