parents
so, my parents' visit is drawing to a close. they've been here for just over two weeks. i'm quite torn -- i'm very ready for them to go home, and have been for over a week, but i'm also not eager for them to go back to being so very far away. parents are best, i think, when they are situated just offscreen.

the highlight of their visit, by a long shot, was sitting down tonight, on the eve of their departure, and watching the first episode of Generation Kill (deftly pir8d by stuart), with live annotations by my stepdad. god, it's going to be good.

it's weird. i live in a foreign country. my parents, having visited me here in that foreign country, are going home, back to their -- my -- country. but i'm home already. right? i think i feel that adelaide is my home, but really, still and always, when i say the word "home," the first image that comes to mind is that of baltimore. will that ever change? and do i want it to? even though when i reach way down deep and ask myself, "would i rather live in baltimore," the answer is actually a resounding no, i still consciously hang onto, and cherish, the thought of it being my home. not just my childhood home, but my true home. what does that mean?