Heh.

Here I was, last night, telling mycroftxxx that it was a good thing I was leaving town tomorrow -- well, today, I suppose -- because I could already feel myself starting to get attached to this place again. It's 12:18 in the morning, I'm sitting up in my room coding, and my inner fifteen-year-old has decided no, she really wants to stay here. Of course, my inner fifteen-year-old is also easily distracted and will be happy to get back to Iowa, but she still pouts when she considers that I'm taking off in eight hours.

midgardsorm, digitalusrex, my apologies for bailing out on 1415 tonight. Just needed the peace and quiet, I guess.

I like to travel, but I like having someplace to come home to. At the moment, I kind of have two homes. That's not, in and of itself, a bad thing, but I wish I had enough time for both.

When I come back from road trips, ti94's dad asks me, "What did you learn while you were away?" The idea, I think, is that road trips are a canonical time for personal growth and experience. Sometimes, I don't bring anything home with me. This time, it's two things. The first is that sometimes, even when it's beyond your wildest expectations, people do grow up and move on -- and that sometimes the person is yourself.

The second, which is maybe just the other side of the coin, is that sometimes, when you least expect it, you do get to go home again.

Take care, Houston. I'll try to be back soon.