Isn't that my exit?

Home.

It's a slippery thing. I still feel like I'm visiting here, and leaving Bellingham tonight felt more like departing than returning.

But I got to sail with Amiel again, see some awesome bands, and talk to a lot of good friends who like me very much. Why wouldn't I miss it?

I hope I can find home wherever I go this year. Thanks for helping Bellingham be that for the last three.