I hid in my cubicle and drafted a septic system for a property in a Northern aboriginal community.

At lunch, I sat in the Pathfinder listening to a CD, eating leftovers.

I drove home at 5:30, along with thousands of other people.

I feel as though I stepped off of a ledge, expecting a glorious swift fall, only to find that my feet landed on level ground - no free fall, no moving colours, no rush of cool air. Instead, I stepped onto a paved sidewalk, in nowheretown America.

So, this is what's next. I am looking out the back window of our suburban home, dogs barking, mismatched fences. I eat food straight from the fridge, standing at the long counter, looking out the front window. Kids on bikes. Trucks in driveways.