Woodworking and Being 900 Miles from Home

I just logged onto my email account and found out that the hinges for my bookcase had been shipped. It jarred me for a second. I pulled me away from my professional life and into my private life. So here I'm sitting now, missing home and wondering how on earth I've gotten myself into the situation where the one thing that makes me happy when I am doing it is so remote from my work a day life.

New Orleans is a wonderful place to work. It truly is a whirl of interesting people, places, foods, and cultures. It is, however, 900 miles from home. Home may be Michigan with its 9 months of crappy weather, and its gruff people, but still, it is my home and I miss it.

I probably should just suck it up and get on with it. One day this assignment will be over and I probably will miss it. Still, I would sure like to work tonight for a hour or two in my woodshop!