Just got back from a long week’s trip. It’s so good to be home. Know that feeling? Like a handknit shawl draped around my shoulders.
Sleeping in my own bed with my perfectly squishy down pillows. Coffee exactly how I like it. Strong, black. Checking email on my Macbook. (and thinking of Leopardizing it this week) Reading in my favorite reclining chair. Ah. I could so become a homebody without much effort. There is just something so perfect about coming home to my own space. Even the unpacking and sorting and laundry can’t put a damper on the comfort and grandeur of being home. There IS no place like home, Dorothy.
I love coming home after a trip. Have you ever noticed how sometimes you’re more tired after you’ve come home than you were before you left? Been awhile since I stopped by. Wanted to say hi.
Yes. Home. NO place better!
Welcome home!!! You were missed. And, yes, there’s nothing better than sleeping in your own bed in your own home.
I wish I was home right now instead of the office! I could be a homebody no problem, either – well, a few days of the week I could, otherwise I’d probably go stir-crazy.
Welcome back!