Home at Last

Home never feels more like home than when you return to it.

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Back am I, as Yoda would say. Do you ever do that? When I’m really tired I start thinking everything in Yoda-speak. It’s a kind of weird OCD, I suppose. Strange, you think? Never mind…

I am really tired but it is a good tired. My book tour took me to nine cities in 15 days, including a brief stop back home in New York for Mother’s Day. Travel can be grueling, monotonous and even degrading (unless you upgrade, that is), but once I’m at my destination I’m pretty happy, especially if it involves meeting Guideposts readers.

I love meeting readers. It always puts me in a good mood and dispels the travails of travel. And on this trip I got to meet lots of readers and sign their books. We finished up with a reading here at Borders at the Time Warner Center on Wednesday night. Then last night I went to a fund-raising dinner for the Blanton-Peale Institute, a truly worthy cause. So today I’m feeling fairly fried.

Tiredness like this is a good feeling, I think. It’s the type of tired that says a lot was accomplished. The type of tired that comes after a long journey. Leaving on a trip is usually exciting but coming home is always incredibly gratifying. Home never feels more like home than when you return to it.

I want to thank all of you who came out to Barnes & Noble and Books-A-Million. I can’t tell you how incredibly grateful I am for the show of support and all the wonderful things you said about the book and how it helped you or someone you love. That’s what I hoped when I wrote it. I will never forget meeting all of you, even if I am glad to be back in New York.

Home at last. Happy am I.

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