It was the blank walls and the fact that I was laying prone on my loveseat a few days ago.

In the past two weeks, I have stayed up later than normal, been to more places for the first time, and realized it is not that hard to do an Elvis impression.

Somewhere in between the divorcee returning a sweater, the widow trying on a jacket, and the happy couple from Sausalito there seemed to be a clear depiction of what life is.