Change of weather; still together when it ends/That may be all I need

The joy of sleeping in one's own bed is not lost on those who find themselves dislocated by circumstances beyond their control. I live for the big things, those that shake up one's world and circumstances, lofty abstractions that inspire art and thought that has resounding implications and consequences for knowledge, awareness, life and existence; pursuit, ambition, freedom, simplicity, contentment; moderation, indiscrimination and immersion. And perhaps, the things of love. The small thing of more than 24 hours away from home makes all that seem not worthy of my attention. It is unthinkably nauseating. It's been a weekend that has been so reflective of the free spirit that makes that which is at its end's doorstep unbearable, suffocating.