We all look forward to taking a trip somewhere. It could be as short as a weekend or as long as a few weeks. But, the nicest part of going away is returning home.
I love the idea of being away. It means a change in our day-to-day routine, a change of scenery and best of all, I don't have to cook. Don't get me wrong--I'm a great cook but it's nice to have a break and let someone else do the cooking.
When you travel to places where camping is truly roughing it, it's sheer bliss to stay where there's clean towels, plenty of hot water and a comfy bed. It's amazing how such simple things can keep us happy.
Going away is suppose to broaden our horizons by having us experience new places, different foods and meeting interesting people. As writers, we like new adventures and are receptive to different atmospheres and moods. Our hearts and minds are being stimulated by new surroundings. All of this is nourishment for our fertile imagination.
I like going away, but coming home generates that warm, fuzzy feeling of contentment. Our eyes eagerly sees our familiar neighbourhood as it comes into view. Our hearts are humming as we turn into our driveway, knowing we are finally home.
Yes indeed, it's wonderful to be home, to appreciate even more all the things we take for granted. It was fun to be away, but it's even better, knowing we are back, safe at home.