i wouldn't say up, or back..but just "around." it's just from here to there..sometimes back from there to here. what i don't like is how..in these past few years, coming home is becoming more of an idea than something you do. the first time i came home i couldn't quit beaming at the whole experience of it. i hid my cheek-splitting smiles from my parents; "how's home?" 'oh.. it's alright'-- turning my head to just privately be so happy. jeez those were some times, huh? coming home to friends with open arms..ones who had traveled only an hour and others that made just as long a trek as i to reconvene in p-town and share their experience so far. all with open arms--all closed and spiked with elbows now. but jeez those were some times, huh? i'm not saying travel ruined things. life in these four...or five..or... years has become quite a series of goodbye's. but where are the hello's? are you kidding? who has time to say hello when we must plan how we are to say goodbye? get it together. you walk on broken glass and expect no one to know you're coming? heh, wear socks and shut your mouth; no one will hear your approach. we're all wearing hard soles in this day. so, plan a party to say goodbye. or, keep your head low, just so no one will know you were ever here. either way, goodbye.