For six months I’ve been trying to get home, but apparently I was needed in another realm. Aside from the external story that was downright humorous when you’re at the end of your rope, my inward journey home, enlightened me with radical acceptance, void of judgment. I clung my sweaty palms to my seat in a 1989 Scooby Doo RV that shakes barely going over 55 mph. After the millionth time of trying to get home I feel relief yet…