We were moving into a new house we’d bought. It was still full of the ex-owners’ furniture and belongings and I wondered what we’d do with them. We were hosting a housewarming party and a turkey roasted in the oven like it was Thanksgiving. I kept finding new spaces as I explored the house, funky little bedrooms and hallways that led to more. I felt both excitement that we’d found this place and regret that we’d left our old one. I wondered what the neighborhood might be like. I walked out into a semi-urban space, a lively block with a Thai restaurant and a mix of other businesses. It felt like we were going to be OK.