I have been in New House in New Neighborhood for just about two weeks. Last night, I met the boyfriend at one of the wine bars on my new street. Not only was I greeted by name by the bartender, but the owner came over, slapped me on the back, said "Hello, neighbor!" and offered us some special olives to taste.
It's not so much now that I moved to a new neighborhood in the city. It's beginning to feel like I somehow finally moved Home.
Because what is home without an easily-accessible wine bar?
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