Where is home for me? More questions tonight. Home is not Texas. Home is not Massachusetts. Home is not Ohio, and it certainly isn’t Missouri. I’ve got to find it, but I have no idea when or where it will be. It could be New York City, it could be Tokyo, it could be London, it could some nameless corner of wilderness in the Yukon. I will find it eventually, of that I am sure.
I’m driving Lindsey to the shuttle to the airport at 4:15 AM. Better get to bed…
