I came home. I was at my parents or brothers house since April 20th. We're not done, by a long shot, still have the house to clean out, paint, and sell. But I managed to take a ton of stuff to goodwill, along with many, many truck loads to the trash/recycling. More than half the furniture is ready to be hauled away. But, we were at a pause point (accounts need to be set up, powers of attorney assigned, etc.), so I could come back to Vermont.
I'm not *precisely* a homebody, but being in my childhood home brings back quite a few troubling memories, and I never rest easy there (my brother's place is fine, we get on well, but I was still spending all day at my parents' house). This was the longest stretch of time I'd been there since 1990. When I passed "The Man of Kent" in Hoosick, NY, I could feel the tension start to leave my shoulders. I came home, unpacked, showered, and fell asleep for a few hours (unsurprising, since I left Wheaton, MD at 4 AM).
I'll be back in Maryland later in the year, as we finalize the house for sale. But a few weeks back home feels like heaven right now.