It simply amazes me how much I have expanded my bubble world in the last few years. In many ways, I am still attached to an imaginary umbilical chord. Before all the Emperor postering you see nowadays, you would be shocked to learn that I once wrote a sappy poem on my blog. Was this a cry for help to cut the umbilical chord?I have never lived more than 30 minutes away from my childhood home. My entire family lives on a big farm in houses spaced just enough apart. Since I am the black sheep, they put ...