Another paradox, they seem to multiply when we're here at the fringes of two worlds. Here we are at home, the house where I lived through the crucial years of age 11 to 18, where I stayed through every break in college and medical school, where my wedding dress is boxed in a closet and the wallpaper in my room is the pattern I chose in the 70's and still like. This place is familiar and my mom has made every detail welcoming, from clean sheets on new mattresses to favorite breakfast cereals. This is home.