"...having lived away from home"

Alright guys, it's time to get back on the writing wagon.  Summer is over.  We are tanned and rested and ready to pickup our pens, er, keyboards, right?  Right!  It says we have 100 posts so far.  That is impressive.  Very impressive.  Pat yourself on the back.  Now, put your hands back on the keys and write!

Jenny watched her old home roll into view.  She wasn't sure how she felt as she pulled into the driveway that curved along side the house.  Her return was not in victory or defeat.  It was unexpected.  When she had left, twenty three year ago, she had vowed never to set foot in this town again.  And yet, here she was, with one foot planted on the drive and the other still in her car.  She lingered like this, uncommitted, for some time.  She could see herself at eight, hair flying, roller skating down this driveway with what felt like supersonic speed.  She remembered the knockdown, drag out fights at age 14 with her mom, both of them standing on the drive in the rain yelling at each other with such hatred.  But the memory that tugged at her most was the day she left.  She was 18 and so sure of herself as she stalked down the drive, around the bend and out of sight of this house, this town, and everything it held.  But twenty three years ages a person.  It grants wisdom and failure in equal measure.  Jenny knew, wisely, that her return was not failure.  But she also knew her return was not welcomed either.  And so, as she committed that second foot to the drive, she resolved that this time, she would not walk away until all her demons were confronted and all issues resolved.  She was home, at last.