<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5WGMhX4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/IgjDnJr.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Sara McComb &amp; Pepe</strong><br/><br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>late morning / early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Moving Day<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Once inside, Sara let Pepe down.  He yipped, as if to say 'It's about time' and then ran off, smelling all the new scents combined with all the old.    More sedately, Sara followed behind, placing her briefcase on a chair, and then folding the afghan over Pepe's chair.  They had done an excellent job, and the combination of colors was as soothing as she had expected, set off by splashes of color here and there.  The beautifully patterned hardwood was covered by large rugs, and all her artwork and photographs were on the wall just as she had ordered.  There were only a few boxes of things that she had specified she would unpack herself.  All in all, she had no complaints at all, about much of anything.<br/><br/>They were home.<br/>