Having a woman in the condo makes a difference in all sorts of subtle ways. We're cooking at home more often and the music that's playing is from outside of my own, tired play list. And we have a Christmas tree. Bachelor-Raj didn't bother with such things -- home was a place to sleep in, watch TV, and dump my stuff before going out again. B's putting back the touches of "home." Our tree is tiny, fake, and cost us $5 as a Christmas Eve purchase at Ace Hardware, but it's something to liven up the place while we figure out what to do with all the boxes we need to unpack.
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