We're Going to be Fine

The commute home for me is a time to exhale; a time for me to listen to no one but myself. The worry over my fellow citizens in impoverished neighborhoods doesnsn't go away (ever), but I don't have to look anyone in the eye with assurance of better times. The shape-shifting exercise of contributing to conversations foreign to my life like Ivy League tuitions, mergers and portfolios is over for another day. Right now, I can slip back into my own life, which is by no means as extreme as the cultures I traverse each day.