I'm back

and for lack of a better term, I'm home.

I loved going back to the states. It was a nice hiatus to what I'm now thinking is the middle of my three-year stay in Japan. As of this point, I'll probably be staying for another year and six months, until July 2008.

Despite being back in the states, it wasn't really home. I stayed at my mother's, which was crowded and sometimes uncomfortable, with little to no privacy. I am used to my space and not having someone in every room of the house at every time of day.

Home--as defined by where my parents live--is gone. Home is where I am. And at the moment, that's Japan.

And it's good to be home.