If home is where the heart is, my home is about to split in two.

48 hours from now, I'm going to be back at the airport in Baltimore. About ten hours after that, I'm going to be back in Omaha. It's going to be weird... I've been here long enough that everything about this place feels normal, almost permanent.

Things have gone so well that I hate to think about leaving, but I really do need to start packing today. Knowing I'll be back out here this summer helps. Knowing that I probably won't be back before then doesn't.

Someone said something incredibly stupid and offensive about the earthquake in Haiti...

...but instead of blogging about it I'm going to link to a list of charities that are active in the area. One hundred thousand people or more are dead. Millions more are homeless.