And we’re back home.
Traveling is funny, isn’t it?
You anticipate the trip for so long. You can’t wait. You count down the days.
And then you go. It’s fun. It’s relaxing. It’s delightful and, at least for a while, you don’t want it to end.
Today the weather was PER. FECT. I swear. And of course, we were leaving.
Once it was time to go though, I was ready to be home. The actual act of traveling is just not that fun for me anymore. I just want to be at the destination–the vacation spot or my house.
We’ve been home for about an hour and I’ve already unpacked, put on a load of laundry, tidied up, and watered my plants. It’s like we didn’t even leave.
As though time stood still for a couple days at home and then we return and the clock starts again.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. I’m really bad about looking ahead and not enjoying the moment, but I did enjoy this weekend–very much–so I guess I’ll just be happy to be home and thankful for a weekend of beachy memories!