I didn’t want to come home. I really didn’t. But once you know that you have to, you know you’d better get to it. We rose early and left early. . . although I could have taried all morning.

Once we’d committed, however, we made good time, meandered a bit ala GPS, but we made it home in record time and there we were: home. Home is good, but you only can appreciate it when you have been away. I miss the girls. I miss my family. I miss the food. I miss the pace.


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