I knew it.

The last few weeks, people have been asking me "so, are you excited to be going back?" and at the time, I wasn't. I had all this stuff to do to get ready to move, and not a lot of time to think about it.

Twenty minutes ago, I was listening to Chopin, and as I turned a bend in the road, I got my first look at mountains. And it hit me. Hard.

I'm going home.