I love having a new, larger apartment with great sunlight in the morning.
I love not skrinching on stray bits of kitty litter with my bare feet when I step out of the shower. (The princess has her own bathroom now.)
I love having the internet back. (Hello, blogosphere! I missed you!)
I love a man who keeps carrying stuff, even when you have snapped at him for letting the door slam.
And who then takes care not to slam the door during the next 1.7 million trips.
I don't love not being able to find things.
This morning, I actually gave up looking for something. I'm sure it will turn up eventually.