There must be a Swedish or German word for the feeling you get when you move into a new place. I felt it immediately when I walked thru the door here … in rooms that invite the empire state in in all its iconic glory all day everyday. It was the same feeling I had when I first moved to my hovel when I was 22. and then again and once again and again. until now. There's gotta be some word that means fresh, bright, full of future detail and not yet written tales of woe as well as wonderment. Who knows where the time went and will go?   

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