Welcome, O life!

Just finished reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man for the second time in my life. I have firmly resolved to read this book every 10 or 15 years. The first time I read it was when I arrived in France for my year in Grenoble seventeen years ago. And now I have read it again, as I return from a journey and begin a new life as a city dweller. I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience...