In one of my previous reports, I gave the wrong e-mail address of a nut who sent a negative message to me about my trip. Mr. Rosendale continues to send me hate mail, yet he continues to read my reports each day. He reminds me of the little kid who does bad things to get attention. Poor thing is probably lonely, so let's all send him a message expressing our thoughts and concerns about his mental health. Now enough of that.
Every good story needs a protagonist.
I knew I was back home in the south. There were hugs, and laughs, and plenty of great food. They even did our laundry. But the best part was the conversation over dinner. I felt that I was truly home again.