Home at last and remembering how these particular light switches work, how much force it takes to swing the fridge door closed, how important it is to make sure I’ve got the house keys with me before stepping out the front door.

Spent the last few weeks staying in several different places for varying lengths of time, driving a grab bag of unaccustomed vehicles, seeing people I used to see every day during former phases of my life.

Some of them are about to shift phase, either sublimate or whatever the reverse of sublimation might be.

Others may not be shifting so much as settling into their current phase, calling it a change for purposes other than accurate description.

Any major change in my life is a ways off yet, so I envied the imminent move-in to the dream home, the family expansions, the sense of newness, the anticipation of the great unknown, more so great than unknown though it may be.

My oft-repeated struggle to figure out the proper operation of the dome light, emergency brake, windshield wipers, gastank-opening contraption and seat adjuster in each vehicle I found myself driving would suggest that change, no matter how minor, doesn’t need to be in any hurry on my account.

It all comes back quickly, now that I’ve returned to the familiar scene, the trusty truck, the kitchen utensils I know just where to locate.

If I can maintain anything close to my current level of appreciation for how things are in my little corner of the world, I think I can get along just fine and dandy with my rediscovered and renewed zeal to make them even better.