transition time

There’s people who happily greet me when I return home. That's a big difference. A two year-old runs about the house. Thirty-somethings make me an extra sandwich for lunch and tea in the morning, though I have yet to do anything for them. Twenty-something overwhelmed by the new and fun and a tad awkward and joyful and funny and warm and exciting experience. I’ve slept in the abbey two nights...

More thoughts to come, I’m just too tired to gather all of them right now.