I call her to tell her I am home and if she could come over. Then before I forget I tell her, "It's a different address." I give her my old house's address.
Happy to be home, I don't mind cleaning up. I fix the broken shelves. I sweep the floor. I clear the cobwebs.
Dusk falls. I look for the light switches and wait for her to arrive.
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