I am getting ready to move into my 1st house. I was standing outside my apartment tonight thinking about everything that has happened to me while living in this apartment. I got clean just before coming here so I have almost 5 years of sobriety here. I had been absent from my mom & dad for some years and got back in touch with them here. My husband and I were separated and got reunited here. All 3 of my boys have returned home to live with me here. Both of my beloved cats came to live with me here. My son left this apartment with me to go to Tucson for the heart transplant that killed him. I will miss this place. I hope that if Jeff comes looking for me he will know where to go. I hope the new house will be filled with equally good memories. I hope that if someone leaves this house they don't die.   You know what pisses me off? For my entire life people have been walking on the moon. Think about how incredible that is. PEOPLE WALK ON THE MOON. What I want to know is if people can figure out how to WALK ON THE BLANKING MOON, why in the #$$% can't someone figure out how to bring Jeffrey back to me?   I am very proud of this new house ordeal. 5 years ago I was a very different person. If you had told me back then that today my new name would be Colleen Kay Homeowner I would have laughed at you. I have grown mentaly, spiritualy and emotionaly. But I still don't know how many Ls are supposed to be in those words! Good night. Does this place have spell check?