Where are we going, where are we going? Home again, home.

I went on vacation once to San Francisco. As I drove out of the city, I felt sad. Sad because I was leaving a fun, insane, drug-induced vacation. Good times no doubt. Today I am seated in Seattle's Seatac International Airport. I've had an incredible vacation. Without drugs. Or booze. Including wonder. And I do feel sad. Not because a vacation is coming to an end. Sad because I feel like I'm leaving home. I think I'm coming back. To live. In the rain. And the wonder.