This is probably the category that I had the most fun with this year, for pretty obvious reasons.
I mean, we moved.
Transitioning from a fourth-floor walkup that we pretended was a two-bedroom but was actually a one-bedroom with a hallway that was slightly wider in one spot (and that had a toilet in the kitchen and a bathtub where the closet should have been; how weird is that?) to a for-real home was right up there with marrying Kendrick and having Indy in the most exciting moments of my life.