I took a journey four days ago. I made a hotel my home. I spent good, really good, outstanding time with some people who, though not related by blood, are related to me in friendship. I laughed a lot and danced a little and ate some really good mashed potatoes. Mostly, though I listened and a I talked and I felt the particular type of warm I get only once a year from laying eyes on my people.
I was blessed to be there and now feeling blessed to be back at my family home with my guys. I'm in my place. But the unfamiliar hotel in the faraway city was my place too, because my friends were there.
It was a fine trip.