I realize that many folks who read my next sentence are going to think that I am not in my right mind, ..., but here goes. I have a definite limit to how much paradise and fun and relaxation that I can tolerate before my skin starts to get itchy. I reach a point where I would rather chew on a ball of tin foil than stay another moment away from my humble and normal (pronounced hum-drum) existence. The feelings that I experience include a palpably heightened level of anxiety and edginess and irratibility. Perhaps you too have sensed such feelings when you are away from home that tell you it is time to return.I have been in Hawaii for a week now. I have taken a once in a lifetime trip with my 11-year-old daughter. We have shared experiences and sights and sounds that will last us the rest of our lives. Things have gone as well as I could have foreseen. Clearly a unique and special opportunity that I would not trade for anything. However, my mind and body are fatigued from the strain of being away from what I know. I am not sure that I can really pin down exactly why I hit a wall. I think that it has something to do with needing to be back at work, to the place where I can do what defines me, where a large piece of my identity is formed.
Today, I am heading back to my little corner of the world. I want to get back home. I need to get back home. The pull on my mind and heart and body is too strong to resist or ignore. I pray that the Lord will bless my journey and guide me and my little one safely home.
