It’s eerie how contented I feel now,
expecting and anticipating stress
removing my home comforts, but somehow
while sleeping, eating, exercising less
I’m feeling satisfied, beyond reproach,
relaunched, exploring other neighborhoods,
as if I’d found a skeptic-burning coach
to challenge me to sample other goods.

I’m certainly less cozy now, but dream
of how exquisite nights are bound to be
with bed and bath available. I seem
suspended, stimulated, apt to see
a new perspective for analysis.
I have the time for comprehending this.