November 20, 2004 - 7:26 p.m. I'm home. Wow. And exhausted. Somehow I managed to be awake enough at 5AM to drive from Tulsa to Richardson. I sat through the SHYC small group leader training meeting, though I was admittedly uninvolved. I really wanted to get home not just so that I could take a nap, but so that I could be home. I remember not wanting yesterday to end so that I wouldn't have to leave TU, but as I crossed the border into Texas, I realized that this is truly home. I do remember that these are my roots. My family was gone when I arrived, and so I just wandered through the rooms of our house in awe. I talked to each of my dearest new friends and heard in their voices that they too are happy to be home. I want to see my dearest old friends; I want to drive down 1187 visiting all the places we used to go. I want to imagine us sitting in Agape as freshman, in the stadium as sophomores, in Sam or Proctor's classes as juniors, and in Emilia's as seniors. I told you all that I wanted out of our little orange-and-black town. And I'm glad I left, for now I appreciate its security, its passion, it's utter beauty. I love being home. ...before & after...