I seem to be oddly loath to go home. Even when I have two appointments, on either side of my place, and a little time between them, I seem to avoid "going home," to drop things off or pick them up. I'll generally just pack with everything I need, to begin with, and carry it all with me.
Partly it may be because I am not really on the road "to" anywhere, and there is going to be a slight diversion when going from one place to another. Maybe it's because my place is uphill from pretty much anywhere (the price of having the second best view in Port Alberni).
Maybe it's because home isn't "home," yet?
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