Days before Easter, I sat in a park parking lot, near my house and sobbed on the phone to my girlfriend. She also happens to be a wonderful counselor, so my sobs were in more than capable hands.
I love new everything, and I can not be alone in this. Who doesn’t like new? I have even purposely not worn a recently purchased shirt because I like that it’s new…well, it’s new until I wear it. I like new houses and newly moving into them.