Coming Home

Sometimes you don't realize how much you miss a place until you come back to it. I am in Ann Arbor, (well, Ypsilanti, close enough), Michigan, for the first time in several years. I lived there for about 20 years, and I do indeed miss it very much. I almost cried (would have, if I hadn't had to drive!) when I crossed the state line from Ohio to Michigan. So forgive me if I don't post much for a few days. I have access, but I also have other things to do, and limited time in which to do them.

I sat on the porch of my friend's farmhouse for probably half an hour just now, just being here. When was the last time I did that? I forget, it's been so long. I actually thought of so many things to write about on the way here. Now I just want to go off and do, and be.

As I've said before, no time like the present.