I've been ignoring everything for a very long time.  It hasn't just come to my attention, but it hasn't exactly been on my mind.  And when I look back into my mail and find letters I never sent off, and letters I haven't even opened.  When I think about all the things I have done, I kind of become a bit cold, and a part of me really wants to explain.  But, there is a lot to explain, a lot about Chicago, people, love and loss, sickness, a confusing journey to Washington State, unanswered phone calls... and now, a realization I am coming home.  I am moving back to Omaha.  I decided a while ago and made a promise to one person in particular I would stay the rest of the year.  And then felt even better when I told others it wouldn't be happening suddenly.

I hope a bit of me returns the same, I know I am a lot the same.  A lot of good has finally come from this place, but, against even my best of wishes.  I know, I think we all do, that perfection does not stream from such a place.  And needless to say I know there are a lot of bitter things which accompany everything.  I guess it is just a warning call in some ways, but it is best I return really.