Coming Home

My Internet access has been limited to my grandmother’s dial-up AOL account since I arrived in Pensacola Beach this past Saturday. I did make it out to a semi-local Taco Bell once for some high-speed wireless access. That was a good refresher, but my time was very limited. So limited, in fact, that I conducted my transaction from the parking lot. This morning, however, we begin our trek back to the homeland. It’s always a bummer to leave, but I’ll be glad to get back to Amy and normality. I’ve been coming here with my family since I was three or four years old, and I have only begun to see them on this trip. I think it took being apart from everything – having Balthazar to look . I can’t yet explain what I’ve learned, but I have certainly observed some characteristics that are unique to this bloodline. I don’t know whether I exhibit the same personality traits, but I’ll know to look out for them in the future. Perhaps I really *am* the milk man’s son. Maybe it’s just that my traits come from an older generation when the blood was…different. I can’t quite put my finger on it yet, but has soon as I have a good description of these differences, I’ll expose them here.