February 08, 2006 - 11:04 a.m. Lately, the air has been a little warmer, and it's starting to feel like spring. I always love the changing of the seasons, where the breezes foreshadow what, in time, will be taken for granted. Somehow though, with the windows open, I am reminded of home, and more specifically, living at home. It still seems surreal that I either live here or used to live there. And then the phone rang the other afternoon, and I remembered running through the house to answer the phone in the kitchen, attempting not to collide with anyone or anything. That kind of thing is so simple and usual and ordinary. It seems so normal for one to live at home, rather than here in this limbo, this one little room. I'm not a mess. I'm not even especially homesick in the conventional sense. I don't know that I could or would want to go back to high school and do that forever. I know I didn't want to then. Nevertheless, I do wonder if I perhaps I have been away for too long. ...before & after...