The Real Coming Home  I'm arriving home from Australia. I'm walking down 2nd Street in Oak Valley, going west on the south side of the road. I'm in between Home and Next Avenues. I see my mom and my sisters Heather and Ramona ahead. I'm very happy to see them! I slip on the ice, but am not hurt. I get back up quickly so they'll see I'm ok. I try to fly to make sure that what I'm experiencing is real, to make sure it's the real coming home. I can't fly, and conclude this must be real. We meet near the intersection of Home Avenue and 2nd Street. I hug Ramona, and maybe Heather. Then I hug my mom for a long time and cry. I am very happy to see her: it has been so long since we've seen each other! It's a very emotional moment.