Last week, Jaclyn, the kids and myself were in Virgina. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to post an entry while I was down there, but I was considerably more occupied enjoying a place which, when I left, felt a lot like leaving home; a home you love. I was sad to go.

Everyone seems to believe that when you spend a significant amount of time in any one place, any new place, no matter how desolate, is great in your eyes. I don't believe this. My sister, for example, has lived in Florida for over 20 years, and she refuses to move back to Michigan, period. The place which was new 20 years ago is still better in her eyes than Michigan. And I guarantee Virgina would be in mine.