I feel like this move will be different. After all, most of our wall hangings are down and the little (or sometimes not so little) pinholes have been filled up. I cancelled our milk service (Yes, we have milk delievered to our house, which I’m sure Jeff will claim is very colonial of me). The funny thing is we still don’t know what our new address is. We know what the street is and whether we’re north or south and we know we’re literally attached to the Colorado Artists Co-Op building but that’s it. We have a sinking suspicion we’re something and 1/2. I’ve always thought that whole half thing was so ghetto sounding: Yeah I live on 604 1/2 West. It invokes images of a shack behind someone’s mansion or literally half of a house propped up against a telephone pole. Fort Collins is big on their 1/2 addresses because they like to squeeze students in old carriage houses and guest cottages. (Yes, we live in a turn of the century neighborhood). Now Josh and I will join the ranks of halves and having to repeat our address multiple times: “No, it’s not just 604 it’s 604 and a HALF.”