Welcome Home

It's taken about a week to get somewhat organizged and feel like I'm not living in a complete whirlwind. But here I am, home after all the time of being away, seeing family, old friends, remembering some of the shortcuts of getting downtown on a Friday night, and finding all the familiar things that I love were always right here.
The one things I hate about moving to a different place, is losing the history with people. In a new place, there is no one to laugh at the re-telling of stories, the dumb inside jokes, and that time you sang "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling" at kereoke. The thing about coming home, is that those memories and jokes live on, and the people that you love and know are always willing to laugh with you.
Why would I wait so long to come home, you ask? It's just never really worked out with the timing, the job and the family all at the same time. The same is true now, the timing is there, family is supportive of the move and change, but the job is still up in the air. I just decided that if I was ever going to get home, get back to what I love, that I would take the chance, and see how things worked out. Risky, but worth it to me. So right now I'm pretty uncertain of alot of things, but also optimistic about things as well. I've got my dog, my jeep, and the certainty that I've made the right move, finally.