It dawned on me, just minutes ago, that it was this very weekend, the third weekend in April, exactly one year ago, that I moved one block down the street. Same street; same zip code; same neighbors; same corner store; different everything else.

I’m not quite sure how it is that I feel upon realizing this.

It’s something like a mixture of reflective, sombre, and startled: startled in the way you are when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror but momentarily think it is someone else; the start comes when you recognize the reflection as yourself.