back to the roots

Even for wanderlust souls like mine, there's nothing like going home.

Home to America.
Home to New York.
Home to Rabbit College Road.

I think it's about roots, about history seeped with memories. I can have the craziest experiences abroad, chasing rhinos through the bush or photographing Congolese refugees in a narrow city alleyway, but in my 'village,' I've walked through this field a thousand times and watched that tree flower and bloom season after season. My family has tilled this rich but rocky brown earth and I have eaten its bounty.

Now instead of news about child sacrifice and sodomy charges, the headlines scream "Gladioli are back in Berlin" and "Petersburgh to get new ambulance" (front page, no joke).

It's good to be home.