Finally

I'm going home.

I've come and left places enough times at this point not to get emotional. I see the facts at a time like this.

I'm going home.

I still have things to print, mail, cancel, and buy. I still have to have a few warm and fuzzy moments. I have to breathe in the air a few more times (I can't avoid that one), and I have to decide how I'm going to spend my last night (either at a club, asleep, or with the boyz). Either way,

I'm going home.

Going home to some significant changes, and to some faces that have aged drastically in the time I've been away. But at least I can apply my love balm when I get there.

I'm fucking going home....

Wow.