Well, I made it. All of my worldly possessions are now in the same city that I have been living in. Most of them are still in boxes, but at least they are here.

It’s always interesting moving into a “new” place. In all the apartments/homes I’ve lived in, I’ve usually found a few little quirks or oddities about the former residents. For example, I’ve been in living in my condo in Madison for four days now and I do believe the former owner had some kind of irrational fear of screwing in light bulbs.

How do I arrive at that conclusion? There were burned out light bulbs inside the oven, in the light fixture outside of the garage, in the upstairs hallway and in one of the closets. My favorite piece of lumino-bulbous-phobia evidence was the garage door opener. It had no light bulbs in it at all (two empty sockets, but no bulbs).

How many people does it take to screw in condo light bulbs? Six. The former owner, two real estate agents, a loan officer, a closing agent and the new owner.