First night in new home.
There was great argument about the right time and day for me to move in. Chinese superstition rears its head. I just wanted to be in by Sunday. Threw a hissy fit and people leave me alone. I decided to have the movers come out on Sunday and sleep there on Monday.
That Saturday, hang out for the first time with two boys named Ham and Tam. Tam gives me a candle. Ham tells me its the first night you sleep at a place that you’ve really moved in.
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