  Well, I'm home. Important sentance, that. Took me a couple years to figure it out, but over the course of the holidays, I came to realise that W/V as much as i complain about it, is home. Home has always been an important concept for me. My folks sold the house i grew up in when i was in university. Thought my home was that place. There really is no going home again. I love it there, no question, i dream of it, and I'd like to spend another chunk of my life there. But it's not home now. Other people live in that house, my grandparents' house is a memory, and the parents are halfway across the country. Eventually, I went to them, looking for home. There is a piece of home with my family. Just a piece, though (A most important piece).
Went sort of baskety wondering where the other pieces scurried off to. Found another one with Kurt, and I figure those two must have had babies, because between the dealio with my folks, and being in the vast, stinking Valley with Kurt, I'm awfully happy to be here. And here is home, right now w/v, but i think mainly home is with kurt, or my family. We did not have a retarded layover of over a day in Winterpeg.
That's what was originally planned, but the dear lady at Air Canada fixed our shit over so we got the red eye. Got home at 11am or so. I'm weeping, longing for bed, and I've got the flu to boot, but I'm going to try and hang on to conciousness as long as i can in hopes of repairing my sleep schedule. Ten million dollars says it's not going to happen..but i got goals, mister, i got goals. Speaking of goals, knitting is ok. The backstitch is frigging hell, though. I get three rows, and its so tight i could snap the yarn, or the knitting needles. Practice is in order. 
