It's hard being back here, shoehorning my life into this little bedroom. Being welcomed but feeling so much like a burden. An inconvenience. The unfamiliar noises at night and a mattress I'm not used to. The dog though, she hasn't stopped smiling. Plopping herself on the deck impersonating a solar panel. Making rounds in the yard. Checking in on me as I put clothes on hangers. (1/2)