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description to sign up now. When we moved into our new apartment we were

relieved to finally be out of the market for a rental property.

Times had been really tough, and the struggle many people face just trying to find adequate housing in our country is intense.

The apartment was small, but it was sufficient for the time being.

It was the top unit of an old Victorian house that had been converted into duplexes decades ago.

The exterior facade spoke of a different era than the interior, and subtle hints of the apartment's age were evident if you looked closely,

namely in the width of the stairwells, the style of the doors, the layout of the piping, and the way the house carried sound, and echoed as it settled

in the otherwise calm dead of night.

As our family was growing, the timing of it all couldn't have worked out better for us.

However, we soon began to realize that something strange was happening in our new home.

I had come up to look for work and find us a place to stay when we received the news that

we were expecting our first child.

Leaving home in the seventh month of my wife's pregnancy was one of the hardest and most

emotionally demanding things I have ever done.

But I'm glad to say that in the end it was the right decision for us and it worked out perfectly.

I got the news that we had secured the apartment on the very day that we were informed of the

induction date for labor. It was all so perfectly

timed and I had enough notice to comfortably make it back home and be there for my

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