Wondering

So I am home and IW is not and I am wondering if it is some evolutionary thing, that women need to come home/back and check in on the, as it were, womb. See how things are, in case, of exactly what I'm not sure but I find myself wondering this as I feel some inexplicable desire to enter the Warehouse or Farmers or a New World to just see how things are, and how things are no longer. And while I have these urges, their companion urges are the desires in me that desire to not feel this way, to not wonder at the mundanities that cement in place a sense of place. Longings to desire something serious, important seemingly worthy of such basic biological and psychological draws. These thoughts are my holiday companions.