All Grown Up

I stretch the measuring tape along the length of each wooden beam.  2 feet 6 inches, 3 feet… I mark off increments with a ballpoint pen.  Flipping and flopping, the tape makes a tin-foily sound that reminds me of measuring empty apartments and furniture dimensions with my mom.  Arranging inside the walls of our new home.  

Today, I help build a home of a slightly different sort…


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