When I stepped out of 117 for the last time, I thought I would feel sadness.....despite my moving history I do become attached to buildings, and 117 had some unique quirks to it--from the slopped floors to the old ice box to the bootleggers closet (who noticed the hidden door under the scarves??). I wasn't sad. I love our new space so much. Strangely, even after I had signed for 117 (nearly six years ago) and was still working in the lab, I would daydream about 114--our new location. There I would be, behind bio-shields, gloved up, lab coast on, mesmerized by the hum of the hood, pippetting away but my mind was making displays in 114......its strange how sometimes your daydreams know a bit more than you do....and this move is all because one Sunday afternoon it was cold and rainy and I didn't have a good book on hand. One Sunday afternoon, after I had spent a week maneuvering around 117 for a bit more space, it was cold & rainy which kept me on my front porch rather than on the trail or on the water. Normally I would become lost in some nonfiction account for world travels and adventures, but I only had a book that did not suit me......so I sat there staring at the rain, hatching a new plan.....the next day I called the realtor about seeing 114.....and after many many 29 step journeys between the two buildings, now Green Springs calls 114 Ram Cat Alley "home".