One month ago, I closed on my house, with my parents by my side.

The move the next day was supported by a fleet of friends who showed up in bitter cold weather and just the smallest smattering of snow, which let’s face it, freaks Atlantans out after the way we landed in the national spotlight a couple years ago. With good humor, coffee, and baked goods, we hustled my things out of the old place and onto a truck in less than three hours.