When I was younger, just out of college, I loved the adventure of moving. I can still remember driving to my first apartment after I graduated. The skyscrapers in downtown Minneapolis rose out of the morning mist as we crested a hill south of the city. I was in the car with my mom; my suitcase, bedding, and a box fan were in the back of the pickup truck.  

Things seemed fresh with possibility, dewy with newness.