Oh, where to start. It is like trying to hop onto (or off of) a moving train, and instantly knowing every place that car has visited along the way. I have been back to Wisconsin from Arizona for 10 nights now, and it has been 14 nights since I spent my last night in Yuma. Part of me wishes I could just leave all my memories in Yuma. I have everything here that I worked so hard for, yet I am not happy. I left a piece of my soul in Yuma– and it is not just for one person. The kids I worked with were great. I grew an attachment to the desert and the culture, and I just don’t feel at home here in the Midwest anymore. Damned desert– how could I let that get to me? Compared to that barrenness, the green I am surrounded with here is paradise. Isn’t it?