  Em, maybe you're just allergic to PA. It happens, you know. Kind of like how I can always tell when we cross the border between Ohio and Indiana. It's almost as if the light is different there. Well, as of yesterday afternoon, I'm a homeowner. I took the afternoon off and drove up to Indy to deposit a check, came back down and signed a million-and-one-papers.
Now I really have to pretend to be a grown-up. The roof I slept under last night belongs to me. The water I poured into the soup kettle came out of my faucet. My sheets are still sitting in my dryer waiting for me to remember to take them out and fold them and put them away. Oddly, none of this feels real yet. I still feel like I'm renting and have just moved.
Ah, well. It's beautiful and I love it and it's nice to know I can stay. More unpacking tonight and tomorrow. And sleeping in tomorrow morning. Ah, blessed sleep! Tell me again why I'm not still home in bed? 
