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Well, the actual moving of stuff to our new apartment has started. I am glad, but stressed. I have so much to do! We're moving to a smaller town than where we presently live. Johnny and I were standing on the steps of our new little place and I heard an old familiar sound from when we lived in an even smaller town last year. An owl! Owls used to live in our pine trees in a little old house we were renting and I got used to their company. I'd listen to them hoot when they woke up around 4 pm and I'd watch them swoop out in the evening. When we moved to more of a city living in a giant apartment complex listening to people argue, I realized just how much I would miss them. And now somewhere near my new apartment is an owl's roost. I am so excited! It immediately felt like home. There's a part of me that loves the city - but the big city like Las Vegas, not this hole we live in - but part of me also loves the countryside. I also realized I am comforted by the whistle of a train in the distance. I grew up hearing one periodically each day and now if I listen carefully and the jerks in the next building aren't yelling I can hear the same train farther away whistling and things feel okay again. Funny how much sounds can affect life. I hear an annoying child screaming like a banshee right now. Soon, my friends, it will be owls hooting! Owls!!!