Home again - Caught in Contemplation

So today was travel day (I know, I know... these journal entries are not very interesting. This will improve once I hit my writing period of the day, which doesn't happen for another 3 hours usually).

I got up far too early to get on a plane to fly home. I call New York home now, because I think that home is more than some place that you happen to dwell or a place you grew up. Here in New York are my friends and my unofficial family and just my life in general. And I always feel like I'm missing important things when I'm not here.

It feels good to be home. Very good.