Ironically, I was more "at home" in the United Arab Emirates, Dubai to be specific. I was always in the present moment. Perhaps it was the language barrier; perhaps it was the constant sunshine; whatever it was, I was "home". Yet, my attachment to what brought me to the Middle East had slipped away and I needed to regroup. Instead of being the international sport guru; I was grasping for air, trying to make something that, well. . ."wasn't". So, I came home. Not just to the United States. . . but "home" as in, Cincinnati, Ohio. The city that I would do anything to leave. The city that I needed to return to in order to move forward. I had to "go there" to "get there".