The moment still surprises me, sneaks up on me when I am not expecting it. I am walking to the bank and it hits me, as I see these sights I have seen hundreds if not thousands of times. It hits me that I am home again and all I can do is smile. My hair is blown about by the Spring winds and I chuckle as I see my reflection in the bank's glass doors. Later on my way back from bank had to run the last twenty feet to my office to beat an approaching train and I grin, pleased to hear the ringing bell and the famaliar sound of the horn blasting it's approach. All these sights and sounds are old and comfortable, but I see them a new again.