Can I come home?

I am home today. I have been traveling back and forth for the last 3 weeks between Portland and Phoenix. I am intimate with the TSA agents at both airports, I know the cleaning ladies in the bathrooms there and the Starbucks folks say "hey" everytime I come in for my venti skim latte-iced. It used to be I was jealous of the traveling folks who did it on a regular basis. I now understand completely why people get burned out. I am toast at this point. I miss my family-that goes with out saying, I miss my friends just as much. Being able to call up and get together on a whim I miss, chatting with the neighbors and having impromptu gatherings. I really want to come back and stay for good.