2004, our first place with Moby.
He began his job supervising and assisting D.
The next place had lovely wide sills, that looked out on the lawn.
Next apartment he got to look up at the feet of everyone walking past.
Inspecting the first place in Salt Lake.
Then the next.
Then the boxes in his first real house.
Three years ago we started talking about finding a house. We never expected to be homeowners, but in retrospect, we should have known we needed one. We are homebodies, we don't like moving, we always wanted a cat. But it had to be the right house, at the right time, like finding the right person to love and marry.
Oh, and, Eleanor.
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Lovely retrospective.
D and I were at breakfast, trying to sort out when we lived where. So, I started thinking about all the places Moby has lived with us.
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Quite charming
Nice for Moby to come back to this blog post a little later on to recall all of his previous homes.
I'm really happy for you. Your house looks lovely.
What a long, strange trip it's been.
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