I am back -- Ahh!! Most people have been asking me "How does it feel to be home?" (and when they aren't asking I'm probably subconsciously turning over the same thing myself). My answer runs the gamut based on how well I know them, how much I really want to get into the subject, and how much I think they really want me to get into the subject. So my answer can range from "good" to "weird." The truth, though, is that it's more of a fusion of both making what I like to call goodly weird.
Let's start with the weird and work our way to the goodly. Since coming home, I feel as though I've spent a lot of time looking for a life I misplaced. I have a sneaky suspicion I won't be finding it either. While life isn't "the ragged edge of the universe," it's no longer "the warm center of the world." If you suspect that my situation is akin to the world traveling, forward-thinker returning to the backwood talk of hometown prospects, you would be wrong. It's just that I haven't quite found my place yet and my brain never seems to let it be. I know there's a small hole in the boat somewhere but I can't seem to find it.
The goodly follows the people. Truth be told - aside from the occasional Jack in the Box daydream - I never much got homesick. I got people-sick and often I got dog-sick. So, being around my family, friends and pets has been wonderful. I realize that I won't be able to give adequate space to this paragraph. It's much easier to dwell and write on the things that are off kilter rather than what's in harmony. I can say that it feels warm and familiar and that most of you will know what I mean without my having to use hyperbole. The best I can do is underline the word that really counts!
So this is where I am: attempting to put static words to dynamic feelings. I'll let you know how it goes!
