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Quite recently one of my fellow iaidoka was in parts foreign, and on his return (which happened to be on a class day), he came to the dojo from the airport rather than going home.
I think it gets like that for a lot of people. It becomes home, a refuge. It did for me. The day my mother passed away I went to class.
It has a way of smoothing out the rough edges in a way that nothing else can.