same imaginary place

So, I'm here. Home, I guess. Doesn't feel quite like home anymore though.

I thought I'd return and things would feel normal, but I've realized how much Alfred has become home already. Woah. Garden State moment...

You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place...

I haven't had a chance to see anyone yet except parental units that keep on exclaiming "My baby is back!!!". Tomorrow I go for breakfast with Nicole, then I need to call up Meg, Jessie, Margaret and Ryan and find out what the deal is. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape me visiting. Buahah! Quick Bob, get the kids in the minivan!

Goodnight.

Until Later,

Sondra