It feels both beautiful and strange to be home.
We got in at 0300. I slept 'til 0900. Woke up and the house was quiet - NEVER the case at 0900 on my ship.
Seeing Rochester and the familiar quiet little streets of Byron feels good, but very weird. It feels like I'm not really back. Well, I'm not. But that somehow I'm not supposed to be here. Like Edward Bloom in Big Fish - the first time he arrives in the town of Pleasant, he came early.
But waking up and going up to go see my beautiful sister, and having a quiet morning with the rest of my family...little slice of Heaven lives here in Byron. :)
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