Is this the real life

Things have been so balanced and healthy and measured and weird lately.  I'm splitting my time between work and family and Rachel, and everything's just really sane.  Work is endless tedium, family can be stressful, Rachel is really sick - still, I'm just really stable and cheerful and normal these days.  It's been almost a month since I last posted.  That says something.

I've been gaining weight, getting sick, getting better, reading poetry, waking up at the same time every day, ignoring college apps, saving money, spending money, compulsively checking my bank account, spending time with my mom, not spending very much time on the computer.  My grandma has maybe a few more months to live.  My dad's not talking to me.  I feel - and I've said this already, but it bears repeating - really healthy and equipped to handle all of it, though.  Half a year ago, I would have choked.  I feel like a normal person these days.

Something I read recently:

Dwelling, Li-Young Lee 

As though touching her
might make him known to himself,
as though his hand moving
over her body might find who
he is, as though he lay inside her, a country
his hand’s traveling uncovered,
as though such a country arose
continually up out of her
to meet his hand’s setting forth and setting forth. 

And the places on her body have no names.
And she is what’s immense about the night.
And their clothes on the floor are arranged
for forgetfulness