We’ve been slowly re-occupying our full house. We’ve been living all cramped up in half of it for two and a half years. The other half, the lower floor, was under renovation for waaay longer than I’d expected. But the flood that caused our renovation also disrupted the lives of everyone we knew, including my friend the contractor.
Anyway, we’re finally able to expand back to our full capacity and I finally realized the metaphor that explains what it feels like.
It feels like I’ve been sitting down for a really long time and my legs have fallen dead asleep. And now I’m standing up and the blood is flowing back to those limbs. Prickling, needling pain and pleasure intermingled.
That’s exactly what it’s like.