As much as I love this lazy little town, I would like to go home now.

It's not because of the incessant tribal drumming that's been waking me up every morning.

It's not because of the rock star living below us, beating the crap out of his new drum set every afternoon after the tribal drumming ceases. 

It's not even because our apartment has become a solar oven, trapping heat so efficiently that being inside of our room is actually more unbearable than being outside.

I miss my family.  And my cat.