It's strange to be back home. It seems my body and mind has found a way to easily adapt to sudden changes. Within a blink of an eye, the tour is over. And now it feels weird to be back home. Perhaps because its stationary. So used to a fast and changing life, I'm not really sure what to do now that we've stopped.
Its time to reflect....
and think...
Something strange was found written on the ground in our neighborhood. Either its a troll or Dexter moved in...
If anyone has got any theories, I'm open to hearing them. It's strange to be back home.
Peace,
Serg