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A while ago we moved from a small city to a big one, into a place that was half the space and twice the price. On the coldest day of the year. Everything was frozen. We were nervous, aware of what we were losing but not yet what we’d gain. Someone helping us move had a habit of saying ‘nice!’ when he went into each new room, or with each new haul of boxes. ‘You’ll be happy here,’ he said when everything was in. He had no idea how much that helped us but we’re passing it on. Nice!