Today, I comfortably worked from home in my office, finished all my errands, cleaned, wrote a column.
Superman worked his magic on the kitchen tile, put on his blue, and went off into the night.
The bedroom is new. The kitchen is new. Being "married-married" is new.
This morning, Superman crept into my office while I was staring at a blank Word document, wondering whether I was really going to write something worth reading, or even have the brains to write anything at all (the usual feeling of a writer). He sat next to me in my chair, held down the SHIFT key and typed this:
And now, more than ever before I feel at home. The lease doesn't end. The movers aren't coming. The deployment is over. There are no life-altering dates to look forward to, or to not look forward to. We're high on family and friends.
This is home.