Oh, by the way...

We moved. It was sudden, but not unexpected. We regretted and despised our old place every day of the year that we were in it. The new place, still crowded with boxes and functioning only just, already feels like home. Uta adores it. For a boy that hates change, the transition was suspiciously easy. He only voiced one sentimental protest, that he would miss the decorative archway of the old place. But that quickly shifted into a yearning for stone lions in front of our building, which neither place (old or new) has ever had. He was pacified with the promise of having some form of lion in our new apartment, maybe not the statue of his dreams, but hopefully a happy compromise. Any suggestions?