Both yesterday and the day before I got to go on a friend's boat on the lake (Seneca Lake, I think?). This never would have happened in MN, even though there's more lakefront-- because it's urban, it's in higher demand and more costly. I miss home a lot but there is a lot I never would have gotten to do there. The idea of "home" that is in my head doesn't really exist anyway--people have moved and everything is different. There is no true home to go back to. And then I will be changed, used to the natural beauty and quiet out here. Aren't I young to be experiencing so much nostalgia? Where will home ever exist?

Of course I love visiting home--but that is vacation, and not representative of daily life.