Home.

Mixed feelings. Dad said those are the words of a true vagabond. He picked me up.

Border control did NOT say "welcome home"

It was weird/cool to see Obama's picture welcome me as opposed to Bush. Not because I hate Bush, but because it was the first time I've traveled abroad since he was inaugurated and it struck me.

I had the goal to stay up until 10. It's 10 and I am starting to crash.

I have unpacked and am already itching to move on.

I can't stay still for very long or in one place for very long.

Nomad.

Luckily I head to camp in 3 days.

Reflection/catch up entries to come. I promise.

Shit-now that I am home I really have to read these 4 books and write these 4 papers. Vacation over-back to work.

BECKI-WHERE ARE YOU!?