One of my recurring fears is the image of locking myself out of my apartment.  I check, once, twice for my keys before leaving in the morning and even jingle them in my pocket on my way to work.  And today when I went to log in to my blog for Geneva Lunch, and seeing the error message, I felt the same sinking feeling I imagine, standing outside the apartment door with information slowly dawning that my home is suddenly inaccessible; I panicked thinking I had confused my login information yet again, until my wife informed me that Geneva Lunch has moved to a new format, erasing the old login codes.

Catching myself in the freefall, I croak, “What does this mean?” My wife reassures me, “It’s not like being locked out, it’s more like moving to a new home, only you don’t have the keys…yet.” Suddenly my panic is replaced with a myriad of questions; “What’s it like in there? How’s the neighborhood?” Again my wife’s reassurance, “It’s the same address, it’s more like a remodel.” I reflect on this and think, “Change is good, change is my friend, I like change…” My mind is shifted from the notion of being uprooted, to thinking about the possibilities of moving without being dislocated.  I wouldn’t mind an elevator in my building. In fact a door code would be convenient, and the old lock on the front door could use an upgrade, maybe I’ll paint the walls while I am at it, and what about the kitchen island I have been craving? I would redo the windows, put in some new radiators, fix the leaks in the ceiling and add another room for my writing office…Hmmm, I am warming to the idea of this cyber facelift cum convenience makeover.

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