It’s so amazing when you get a chance to go away.
You have weeks, sometimes months to get excited. To start planning your itinerary. You look up places, talk to friends, get tips on the best places to go. You research, you save up, and then, after all of that waiting and waiting and waiting…
And you have the best time. You have, such a great time, that you find it really sad to even think of going back home. Back to reality. Back to routine. Back to normal life.
But, there is still a little part of you, that misses the comforts.
The comforts, of HOME.
Your flat pillow.
The alarm clock.
The alarm clock at eye level.
12 teaspoons in the cutlery drawer.
Not having to drive without google maps.
Getting served, quickly.
The blankets that don’t overheat.
The curtains that actually shut out the morning sun.
And, the HUGE one…
The steamed vegies.
Don’t get me wrong. We loved our holiday in sooo many ways. As we should. A holiday should open your eyes to another way of living, a different culture, and in many instances even, a different world. You should be thrown out of your comfort zone, question things, re-evaluate your life and why it is we do the things that we do, and we also should live differently.
And despite all the marvellous things that occurred during our holiday, the places we went and the things we had and the sights and smells we witnessed…
Damn it is good to be home. Because we realised, all those little things that make home, home.
They are just little things. But the fact that your home has them, and this other place, DOESN’T… well suddenly, you house seems like the holiday locale, and the other is just slightly lacking.
Still brilliant! But not quite there, even with startling river views and breathtaking mountains in the distance.
Because downstairs is freezing and you woke at 7am on your holiday because of the super light blinds.
And that’s the way it’s meant to be. Our homes should be decked out the way we want, and we should come home happy to be there, and grateful for what we have experienced.
I will always love to travel, and I am already thinking of the next place we could possibly go… I think the whole point of travelling is to learn, educate yourself on how others live, expand your horizons, and appreciate the process.
Appreciate your world, by appreciating what is out there.
You are MEANT to come home, happy. I think that is key. I think that is what we always do. We sigh, unpack, put on the steamer, and say –
“I’m so happy we went, but I’m so glad we are home now.”
And the day we stop saying that, well it just means we will have to move.
But as long as we have 12 teaspoons in our drawer and dark curtains, that day may not come very soon 🙂