Landing again for the First Time

Home again, to hopefully the very last phase of our construction chaos. Home, we are changed in amorphous ways after our wedding appearance. Home, to the volatile teenager making huge transitions of her own, and projecting all that intensity in her very special way. All over me. Home, with a little better focus on work, a need now to catch up financially. Home that now holds very bold edges for me, so maybe I can leap bigger from here.

Home means maybe I can find the can opener to make tuna fish for my teenager to gulp between school and work (since I am the cruel master forcing her to work anyway).

Home, the fulcrum space between the absurd and the sublime.