It's been snowing more than I'm used to, and I can't help but notice the change in people and landmarks. Yesterday we wandered into the dirtier part of town and somehow that was it. It made it real.

This is home now. Not a vacation.

As the livingroom emerges from beneath the rubble that moving tends to create, as we eat Ramen and talk about jobs.

I feel at home. At ease and at peace.

I've found zen here.

Yes
No
Do nothing