I have been pondering what difference there really is between an arrival and a return. We look at the two each as very separate things, and there is significant emotional weight to each. After a great effort to keep myself sane while in transit for some hours over the weekend, I am here -- barely alive and well (at least yesterday) -- to tell the tale. Friday night was my big return to the Drew campus and New York City as well. It had been months (since graduation) since I had been back and I must say it was delightful having some handfuls of people happily waiting to greet me in each place. I think of the aforementioned terms as arrival meaning what it traditionally means, and returns as a departure I suppose. Arrivals and returns to places one doesn't call home come with much anticipation, the return home is oftentimes dreaded or a sad experience. I'm actually not sure what to make of any of this now. You can always go home, but wherever you visit won't always be the same.
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