I couldn’t be more gleeful about this most recent transfer in our life. Truth Be Told, this time it isn’t even MY move, it’s our best friend’s recent relocation. Last weekend she packed up and moved about 400 miles south towards Kentucky, and I couldn’t have better feelings about the whole thing. I think this way because but she moved much farther away from our hometown, she’s now much closer to the neighborhood where I live. In fact, I write this as I rest in her guest home office at the modern beach house one month later. It’s amazing to be able to come over and welcome her into the hew beach house so soon, but I’m easily having a good morale debate. Do I tell her that the air odors, or do I keep our mouth shut? Since the moment I arrived here several nights ago, I realized that the indoor air quality was pretty poor. I don’t mean that the air feels dry or stuffy, either… I suppose that the air is dirty, smelly, and making myself and others sick. You see, there’s a truly unique odor to it. Something dank that easily makes myself and others suppose the air filter is full of dander or the air vents are full of mold. I thought that our nose would acclimate to the indoor air quality and different smell, but it’s been over two nights and I’m still just as perturbed by the terrible indoor air as ever. It seems love our friend hasn’t observed the stench, or she’s already gotten used to it after living here for a week. Either way, I don’t want to insult her by mentioning the central heating idea as soon as she moves here. But I actually can’t keep sticking our head out the window for deep breaths separate from getting caught.