Again with the Home Thing...

Funny just how fickle my emotions can be. At any given moment, my heart aches for the rural shores of Balfate; another instant finds me longing for the mountain city of San Jose; seconds later I'm reminiscing over my pre-missionary life in the cornfields of Indianapolis. Somewhere between then and now my mind gave up all attempts to identify a concrete "home", but that by no means exempts me from homesickness. So often I just want to leave this place I call the present and go back... Back to that ghostly recollection of warm feelings and innocent joy in that intangible realm that I've yet to reach.