Going Home Again

To me it seems that no matter how wonderful the vacation, how delightful the people you traveled with and those you met along the way, how comfortable the facilities, how fun the activities, there still comes a time when you start wanting to be home in your own bed, taking a shower in your own bathroom, preparing a meal in your own kitchen and eating it in your own dining area.

So you say good-bye to the people and places you're visiting and head back home. If you're driving, you have to watch the speedometer as your foot somehow seems heavier the closer you get to home. If you're flying, you have to watch your attitude as the security employees don't know you're going home.

Now you also start remembering the things were were going to do, the people you were going to visit with and you wonder if you really should go back for one more day. Then you remember that everyone was packing up and leaving just like you. There's no THERE to go back go.

Your mind shifts again to your home and how wonderful it will be. But then you start thinking about your plants. Did you water them enough? How stuffy will the house smell? You hope you didn't have a plumbing leak like your cousin Neil did. Insurance picked up all the costs but it was still a major inconvenience.

You stop to pick up the dogs, the mail, the newspaper. Reality is sinking in. Life hasn't stopped while you were on vacation. It was just piling up in some Postal Service cubby.

Still, you look all around you, feel the comfort that years of living bring. and hug and kiss each other with the greeting, "Welcome Home!!"