Call it Fate, Call it Luck, Call it Karma

I woke up this morning, annoyed at myself for not getting up early to go to the gym. The TV was on, which meant that it was about 7:30 am. Alex came into the room, drying his hair after the shower. "Residents were forced from their homes last night when a fire broke out in a large apartment building in the Stockade," the lady on the news said. Alex and I stopped and looked at each other and then at the TV. The reporter went on to say that the fire was at 9 N Church St. Our old buidling.

I did the vindication dance.

Now, don't think I'm mean. I wasn't happy that people may have lost some of their stuff to the fire. But I did feel justified in moving. I think that people thought we were crazy for moving again. I mean, since June 05, we've moved four times. That's insane. But now we're in such a cute apartment - a place that finally feels like home! I am so glad that we're out of the last place! The fire started in the same apartment that the smoke came from last time. Adam was at the fire with the fire department. He said that they came down on Scott. Good. Perhaps if he wasn't telling people to not call the fire department when they saw smoke, this fire wouldn't have happened. Jerk.

Anyway... Sooooo, so, so glad that we're in our new home!!