Chez Nous.

When I look at my place from this angle, I get a sense of deja vu, and not just because I've lived here for almost two years. The deja vu comes from a memory that is years old, a drunken evening that found Sam, me, and a few others, walking to a house-party. We passed a house that one of the group pointed to, who mentioned that a friend lived in the upstairs apartment, but this friend was a bit of a weirdo. We yelled her name a couple of times as we strolled by the place, but no one came to the window; it seemed like no one was home. Then we turned the corner, and kept going on our merry way. I can't remember the name, but can't say for sure it wasn't the previous tenant of our place.

The first time we drove by this apartment down Barton, when we were considering moving in, I was hit with my Keanu-Reeves-Internal-Voice saying `Whoa.' I'll never know for sure, and indeed there are probably thousands of houses in the downtown that resemble mine, but I'll always wonder if, co-incidentally, I randomly shouted at the house I'd later move into.