Last night we went to Paris after attaching steps to Carolina’s tiny home near Concrete. We had the restaurant’s outdoor heated porch to ourselves because everyone else is starting to move back indoors. This business of socializing outside has been a blessing. I don’t want to return to how I did things before—crowding in commitments, not noticing what was good, not noticing what wasn’t. I can already tell it will be tempting to create a new normal in the hopes of feeling safe there. But will I feel this joyful?