I read a great blog post this morning about Getting Focus. I never really thought of going home for a visit as a way to gain focus on my life, but as I look back that's definitely what happens. There are so many people back home who are glad to see me when I get there. And there is so much love in the air down there that you practically burst with it.
At the same time, it's like taking a trip in a time machine. Things have changed of course, but so many things haven't. The pace is still a slow walk. The people still wave when you drive past. When you enter the grocery store you're called by name. The big city doesn't offer those kinds of day to day personal touches and sometimes I find that I miss that most of all.
So, from now on I'm going to try to get back home as often as I possibly can. This once a year thing isn't going to cut it anymore.