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I am officially moved in to the new place. I'm not officially unpacked, which is a whole other situation. But the furniture I brought with me's at least against the wall, and my food is all in the kitchen so there's tie to get everything else in place, I think.

Also, I am pooped. Probably a bit depressed in the Christmas-afternoon-letdown way. Mostly tired though.

It does feel like a proper home, though, enough space to relax and maybe do some stuff that's not work-related all the time. Lots of privacy for a shared flat situation. Mainly, I'm just feeling a bit wrung out, I think.

Photos under the cut, for the interested:

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