I'm back in Newfoundland and of course, it feels great. I've only been back a day but a lot is still very much the same... well aside from my house which has, as I feared, been subjected to a very drastic change in paint scheme. But interestingly enough, it looks much better than it ever did.

Last night, only hours after landing and only minutes after awakening from a well deserved nap I headed off to a birthday party.
It was really great to see everyone again. I saw and talked to some people I had expected to see and some I hadn't.

The inclusion of a traditional newfoundland party with a full blown "kitchen scene" and a relocation to a pub packed well beyond capacity was great. A welcome change from the solitude of Sexton Campus Forced Study.

It may have been the beer or perhaps it was the wine. But it was good to see that both still mix together well.

Today was the opposite of yesterday. Filled with quiet talk, coffee, and relaxing.
It's quite incredible how a host of crystal clear memories can burst from storage, especially when a relaxing, wandering mind is left undisturbed.

Either way, it's great to be home.
A great beginning to what I hope is a fantastic break.