I'm home

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I couldn't describe how wonderful it feels to be back if I tried. So I won't. All I can say is that up until my time in Europe, I was completely unfamilar with the sensation of homesickness because I'd never associated that concept with a specific place. And even now I don't really think of home as a house or the like, but HERE in the general sense, in Marin, amongst my family and friends, and Spencer, is unequivocably my home. That revelation may in and of itself be worth leaving for seven weeks. I feel utterly fulfilled by being gone and so incredibly grateful to be back. Spence picked me up from the airport and we were absolutely drunk with happiness up until I fell asleep in his arms after my twenty-five hour day. I know this is horribly sentimental and probably repulsive to read, but the jet lag combined with my gratitide for everthing that I have here . . . it's pretty much inevitable that I exude some sap now. I'm going to see my nephew for the first time in two months tonight. And my family. When Lauren came home last night she crawled in bed with Spencer and I and gossiped for a while; I, of course, was overcome by the most wonderful feeling of comfort and warmth and belonging. It barely feels weird. Just right. I can't explain it. But suffice it to say that I love anyone reading this and I want to see you ASAP to tell you in person how happy I am that you're there.
Alright, I've just about officially stopped making sense. So I'll stop. And sleep some more. I'm giddily tired. Not a very reciprocal combination.