Returning Home

There is something so bittersweet about heading home from vacation. Part of you longs for the comforts of home and the other part of you wants to stay on vacation.

Here I sit in a crowded airport in a foreign country to which I have never been before; waiting patiently and a little anxiously for my flight to start boarding. I wonder (feeling a little guilty) why am I so eager to get back home? I don't have to wait very long to get my answer...my bed, my clothes, my family, my friends and most of all food that I am familiar with. All the comforts of home, that you don't realize you miss until their not available.

I'm sure most everyone is like me, vacationing is fun but after 7-10 days I want to go home. I don't like living out of a suitcase, having a limited amount of clothing, accessories and shoes. I need to have the variety of food choices that seem to be very limited when you’re on vacation. If I want to go and crack open a box of say, Kraft Dinner; then I know that I can go to my pantry and it’ll be there; but on vacation chances are it’s not available. Even something as small as water pressure; I miss the feeling of the shower pelting me in the face telling me to “wake up”. I know it sounds trivial; but it’s what I’m familiar with and I think that is one of the reasons that I am looking forward to going home.

I don't know how people travel all over the world all the time and not go stir crazy. I need a place to "hang my hat" if you will, a place to call my own. I like the feeling of knowing what to expect when I arrive home.

Home...here I come; I believe my flight is now boarding.