A year ago today we arrived at 2534. A weary caravan consisting of me and Newton in the Outback and Reid in his Taurus pulled up in the driveway just after dark. Illuminated by my car headlights, I struggled with the realtor's lockbox attached to the faucet to retrieve the key to the front door. Soon we were inside the echoing space that would in time come to feel like home. And home it is. We've each had a birthday here. Holidays have been decorated for and celebrated. Michael and Liz, Andrea and Nick, Jill, Martine, Tigh, and Kelsey have come to visit. The only thing I miss about 1408 is the huge bathtub in the master bath. Eventually I will have a soaking-worthy tub in my current bathroom. All in good time. It's good to be home.