I took this picture as I was passing Nicholson Ave, site of the house where I lived for about 25 years - Saturday night was the first time I rode past Nicholson to my new apartment.

It's weird moving out of there, but what's weirder is moving but not moving. I live somewhere else now, wake up and see something different, have a different morning routine, but everything else is exactly the same.

I go to the same job, work the same hours, see the same people, I even like the same grocery store (except it's much closer now). The feeling of weirdness has largely passed now, 9 days after I took this picture, but this is a great reminder of it.