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"plaintext": "This latest round of butt-kickery has nearly finished and the spoils of it shall be a new home with attendant lower bills alongside a host of community perks. More space, less cost, more opportunity, less burdens, and above it all it gives us a future to work towards. I have felt more hope about what I will leave my children in the last 24 hours than I've felt in the last 24 months. She has, by all accounts, outdone even herself. "
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"plaintext": "What has settled within me as the days have become weeks and the contracts have been signed and each new round of requested repairs has been approved (despite my well-meaning thoughts it wouldn't be), I have come to understand that yes, this will indeed be happening. I will once more enter a period of home stewardship. With that thought has come a host of realizations. This time I'm much older, my motivations are more clear, my desires are sharper, and my financial situation has never been more secure. I have both the means and the motivation to make things work in a way I have literally never had despite this being the third house I will own. "
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"plaintext": "One word has reverberated in my head this whole time as well, and it's one I haven't even voiced to my wife despite all the benefits we have listed for this latest gambit. Space. I will have space in a way that I have never had in the whole of my life. Even with all the souls that will be packed into our home, there will be a space that I can carve out as mine. Not as a shared office, or a shared bedroom, or a shared living room. My own space. For me. Specifically. It won't be much space; a small slice of a converted attic is not exactly an office suite of my own, but it will be mine to do with as I please. "
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"plaintext": "This last month has seen an outburst of writing the likes of which I have never known. Not even in the heydays of The Quill as it's own entity have I written with such abandon. And, as I always seem to do these days, I owe it all to the woman shouting 'RAWR' at the universe as loud as she can. I can't wait to see what we make of our lives in this newest adventure. "
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