I stand in silence...

drowning in my memories

much deeper than this

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It's hard to come "back home"... in alot of ways.

Hard... because nothing (and no one) is the same as it was... or at least not as you remembered.

Hard... because you long for the stable, the known... and it's not always there...

and yet... there is the new... ( some say improved ) versions ... that you just can't swallow...

Hard because you want to help ... be productive and useful... and yet... not always able to do what you want to... Hard because you are trying to live up to some mythical standard that you've set for yourself... and you don't want to let anyone down... to be less... to be cast off and discarded... or worse... ignored altogether...

I don't know. It's all a jumble. Here are some photos of the gorgeous Lake Wallenpaupack...