In my endeavors to listen to music, I have come across an artist named Jack Johnson, who once wrote a song called TIMES LIKE THESE. It was about how things change over time, how we thought that everything good would remain, and the like. So some things have happened, I'm not a kid anymore - if in fact I ever was a kid. I've found this strange sense of confidence; when I look at people, I don't look at them as being older/bigger/better/smarter/whateverer. They're just people. I just got back from a run to WAWA (kinda like a wanna be Turkey Hill) with Mai, and I realized that I don't think I've ever done something like that before. To just take a trip with some friends to some random place. To spend some time just relaxing and actualy relaxing; not thinking of the million other places I'd rather be or things I'd rather be doing. Even in some of the most tender moments with Sondra, my mind was going a mile a minute thinking about how lucky I was at the time to have her by my side. Even at Camp I would be thinking about other things.... fires, songs, plants, my immunity to poison Ivy...... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I have found rest and comfort. Not Idolitry, but rest, a sense of calmness and belonging that is unquestioned. And realy; that is home. just knowing you belong and being comfortable with where you are. That simple thing is home.