This morning, we went to OUR HOUSE for the first time as PEOPLE WHO OWN A HOUSE which is to say, HOME OWNERS. We frolicked around and laughed like idiots and blasted the central air in our faces and planned where to put things. It was the best feeling.  It could be described as Joy, but more specifically: it’s the feeling of all the years you have lived and all of the years you have yet to live forming walls around you. The past — the ceiling, the present — the floor, and the future suspended inbetween. AND YOU HAVE  A KEY TO IT.