Putting thoughts down on paper right now feels like a bad stomach ache. In the matter of a few days I was on a plane ride home, only to be greeted by my sisters and my exhausted-looking parents. From one world to the next in a matter of hours. I was home to attend my grandmother’s funeral. And even though I am back in D.C., I still want to hide inside myself until this dull ache subsides. But like all things, I’m learning to smile once again. But I’m tired. And I think I’m in need of a good, hearty laugh. That always seems to do the trick.