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Home. They say you can't go back again, but you really can. Sometimes I visit home and I feel like a foreign presence in a familiar world that is somehow still not my own.

Other times, the best times, it's like just pulling up in the driveway as though I'd only made a run to the grocery store and can pull the warmth, love, familiarity... and so much of my stuff... around me like a comforter.

I'm home right now, for a beautiful wonderful vacation with the folks.

The pit of my stomach gnarls at the prospect of imminent departure. I don't want to go. Last time I left, someone wasn't here when I came back. That's a childish fear, but real. It isn't the only fear, either. Home is safe(r). Home can be easy... and even the difficulties home might present are tempered by the bonds of family that tug at or support you.

I love my family, and I wish my work didn't keep me away so very much of the time. Still, I chose and still choose this life - it's what I love and my family wouldn't have it any other way.

Pretty soon, I'm going to be Pontius Pilate. That's cool.

This concludes the self-absorbed part of our program.

Oh, who am I kidding...