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This evening I had a few people in to check out my apartment for the possibility of subletting. There was a really nice woman my age who really, really wants it, and I think she'll love it here. I just have to explain to another guy that I've found someone else. But, the point is... it's really, really happening. I'm moving out of the city. It feels like I've been talking about it for years, and now it's finally going to happen. To celebrate, I packed a box of books - undoubtedly the first of many - I want to try to have as much moved out over the next two months as I can so that when the big day comes, it will be smooth sailing. Here's hoping!