I Knew I was Getting Close . . .

To home when the toilet bowls disappeared and the holes in the floor appeared.

I knew I was back home . . .

When one lane of a three-lane road was suddenly turned into a parking lot.  No signs.  No heads up.  Nothing.

I knew I was back home . . .

When folks regularly created curb parking when no parking was available elsewhere.

I knew I was back home . . .

When none of this bothered me.

In the nine months that I've lived here, I've learned to go with the flow.

I've learned to consider, no matter what's happening, that all is well.

I've learned to adapt,

And

I've learned to love . . .

My new home.