I've been thinking quite a lot about being conscious these days. I remember feeling these things, and thinking these things the last time I lived here, in this place, in this house. For the past year and a half, we have not been living *consciously*, or I should say I have not been living consciously. And now, it's returning to me. The feeling, the need to want to live with meaning. In the little things, in the big things. It feels really good to have this shift.