These sorts of trips always raise mixed feelings for me. I felt absolutely overjoyed at the prospect of visiting friends and relatives (particularly these ones). I felt relieved that I might at last be able to get things sorted out and be once again on the road to good health. At the same time I felt horribly guilty that the oppurtunity was mine and not one my friends here share.
What do I do with this guilt? Do I pretend it isn't there? Do I try to sweep it under the carpet and forget about it knowing that I would do the same again (and I would)? Do I talk myself out of it? Perhaps it's false guilt? I haven't actually done anything wrong, have I?
How do I understand it and what do I do about it?
Join me as I think about these things over the next couple of weeks.
(yes, I can hear you laughing... as I hope to think about them...)