It's difficult to make posts about our new life. Whatever magic allowed us to transform ourselves doesn't seem to make sense in writing. I have so much to say, but with every word there is this unspoken question, "Who are you?"
I feel very me. There is no sense of foreboding, of imminent let down or collapse. This is real. At the same time I am able to understand how many of my friends wonder at our new life here. We have the insider advantage and they do not. We're more than okay.