When you're moving, there's all kinds of little stresses that sort of ebb and flow like the tide. Who pays for that? And why isn't there this? OMG, why did they paint it that color? Is there enough time to do all this?
And then, as you're sorting through the debris of previous tenants, you find something...and its a sign. Something that assures you that everything's going to be all right. There's uncertainty and chaos, but after that all will be well.
The good omen.
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