There’s No Place Like Home…right?

I’ve been away traveling for the past ten days.  I love going away, being away and then after traveling all day; I love that moment when I arrive home.  Ahhh!  I always love coming home.  Isn’t it the greatest feeling when you walk through your own front door into familiarity again?  It certainly helps to be greeted by a dog like ours who cries and wags her tail so hard she risks having it fly right off her backside.  To be surrounded again by all my favourite things is great but the cherry on top for me is sleeping in my own bed with my own cozy pillow.  I truly love my pillow.

Then the next morning arrives and I realize I have to get back to all the routines I couldn’t wait to leave behind.  Hmm.  Suddenly I’m back to work, I have responsibilities again, and I’ve got to make that bed, cook dinner, and do the laundry, laundry and more laundry.  Aaargh! What’s worse, I woke feeling like I’d left something behind in Tampa.  Oh yes, I remember now.  I left my son behind.  He lives there and I live here. We also left behind a daughter (my step daughter) in New York.  She lives there and we live here.  Well this sucks.  And my friend can’t even get a pap test for crying out loud!  Oh no, I’m starting to spiral down into an after-vacation-funk.  I keep hearing Dido in my head singing “Sand in My Shoes”.  There’s nothing left to do but find a way to enjoy the here and now…the minus 10 degrees Celsius… er, I mean the beautiful crisp winter air that means Christmas is around the corner.   No wait! That just makes me feel panic because I have not decorated or shopped yet.

I’ve got it! I’m going back to bed to cuddle my pillow and dream about my next vacation.

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