The success of rehab. Feeling ready for the transition. Going home. And, I do feel ready. A bit stronger, more mobile, feeling good.

How will it be at home? No way to know until I get there. Twenty-seven days after the E.R. All in medical facilities. A long time to be away from the familiar.

Life Care center’s rehab wing with its private rooms, quiet halls reminds me of Catholic retreat centers of the same modernist vintage. Going with that I’ve tried to use this as a time for reflection, for considering my life as it is now. Not as I wish it was, but as it is.

Frailer in body. Diminished in size. Fresh intimations of mortality in recent memory. Surrounded by friends and family. Visitors every day. My curiosity, my eagerness to learn if anything heightened by the alone time I’ve had in abundance this medical month.

I feel myself changed. Less beholden to previously unexamined life choices like needing to remain in the house. Keenly aware of life’s fragility. Even more grateful for the relationships I have.

As I feel changed, I also find myself open to change. It may come, maybe soon.