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we are going to move. it needs to happen so that we can keep our finances nice and secure, but i really hate change. i remember when we moved into this apartment, leaving behind that god awful shotgun on palmer. i was eight months pregnant, and daniel was in the middle of this week full of twelve hour catering days. i was in our new apartment all alone at night, and it didn't smell right, and it was dark, and i would lay in bed listening to the wood creak under buford's little paws, and i was scared. i don't want to be scared again. i just hope we make the best choice this time. and i guess i won't be too upset to be out of the university area. fucking tulane bastards....