"...you can't go home again."

thomas wolfe once wrote "...you can't go home again." this is true in the sense that the only home i've known up to recently was the aqueous envelope from which i sprang. though nine months is not long to settle into a place, it was a most agreeable home for such a small space. here's a shout out to my old neighbors liver (luv ya like a brother!) and the kidney twins!!

the point i was eventually coming around to was that i actually did come come home today. we left east cooper hospital through the front door in grand fashion with a volunteer escort and a parade of momma's coworkers. i found the hospital to be a comfortable stay but when we burst forth into the steamy charleston afternoon i wanted to cry; in fact i did. my da pulled the limo 'round to collect me and had chilled the inside to an acceptable 2 degrees celsius, so all was well for the ride home. we arrived at saint margaret street to a fine reception with my big sister josefina representin'. grama and papa overcash welcomed us inside and we quickly fell into a routine of eat, sleep, evacuate... repeat.

~greta