Home...Home again...

Home again home again, jiggedy-jig.
Home is where the heart is.
I don't know how lame all of this is but I do know one thing, it's good to be back and out of the suitcases and not having to deal with not having to deal all the time...home...things are comfortably corrupt and stupid and lame and all, but, it's home. You're comfortable with this fucked-up-ness, you know? It's home. Welcome back.
It was fun to wander and as you know, there's no place like home, there's no place like...