Take me home, country roads

I have just finished my second Tom Robbin's novel, Still Life With Woodpecker.  Reading this book was like being on a cyclical-emotional and somewhat bipolar journey. Parts of this book elated me, impassioned me, and left me feeling like life had a purpose.  Other parts brought on feelings that were like polar opposites of those feelings.  I appreciate literature that has a demigod-like ability to reach feelings inside me that are beyond the ostensible.  

I would discourage a reader to read the next part of my blog, if the reader has not read the book and desires to read it without the ending being spoiled.

In the end of the book, the main characters end up going home to Seattle and find comfort in the blackberry brambles that have grown an entrapment around their home.  I have recently returned home after being away for a short while.  When I was gone I missed home.  Now that I am home I miss being gone.  Sometimes my thoughts begin to contrive a journey back to Pennsylvania.   Minnesota may be the keeper of my hometown and close family, but I think Pennsylvania is the current keeper of my heart.  

I am not sure where my future will take me, but I will remain cheerful and enjoy the ubiquitous opportunities for joy that surround me in my current home.  Only the future will tell if this itch to return to my heart cannot be cured with calamine lotion and time, so for now I will not spend time analyzing it any further.