I think the greatest joy was coffee made by heating water on the new stove and pouring it into the French Press my daughter bought for me many years ago. I also lit the candles she bought over a decade ago and never used. I vowed I would only light them when I moved into a house again. I had no idea how long that was going to take at the time. It's not as bad as it seems. Living in a tiny apartment I hate has lead me to consider the entire world as my back yard and I have definitely enjoyed exploring it.