Not Feeling Good Dosen't Feel So Good

I'm sick. I've been sick for...2 days now. I think i want to go home if only for a couple of days.

Or maybe I want to be there. I don't know. What I do know is I want paint something, like a guitar body. I miss sanding, filling, the smell of primer and the tackiness of fresh laquer. I want to be home so I can feel better, so I can feel at home. I don't hate you, city, I promise. I don't hate your dangerously icy streets and that smell that you make 1/2 a block from the Park Plaza. I love your people and how you embraced all of us. I love how you brought together a bunch of kids who would have otherwise ended up in the middle of a cow pasture with 15,000 other kids. But I need to go home, and no matter how nice you are home is where my heart will always be. I can't help that, and if home moves here than so be it, that would be amazing. But I need it and I don't know why. It's calling me.
And I would put a quote about going home right here, but that's a little cliche, don't you think?