I took a trip to Georgia. No, I don't really want to talk too much about it. I like going home to visit and at the same time I inevitable dredge up strange feelings, or in this case find myself is strange situations where I'm sure I will be paying for my therapists second child to go to med school. I've been having trouble focusing. So I needed to be reminded of where I come from, to look at how far I've come and to remind myself that I've got roots to keep me grounded even if I feel the need to reach higher and higher. Now I'm home, after catching up with family I feel I have a lot of catching up to do at home.