My work week begins again after a long weekend of bowling, buddies and booze. Although I am not thrilled to be returning to my soul-crushing place of employment, I am happy to wake up in my own home and bed again; to shower in my own bathroom, see my dogs in the morning (wake up with them next to me, in fact), brew coffee in my own kitchen and enjoy the early morning house sounds that have become a part of my morning experience.
I am fortunate to truly enjoy being home with my family. I know some who don’t and will choose to stay away longer on vacations if they could, or will work more years rather than retire and be stuck at home.
Not me. As much as I enjoy traveling and adventure, I always look forward to coming home again, especially if I’ve been away from my dogs. I feel most comfortable and at ease surrounded by my own space and belongings.
Home is where the heart is and my heart is definitely here.