Tuesday, July 31, 2012


Coming home after a trip is both a blessing and a curse. I’m not sure which one it is today yet.

The sounds of happy, clucking hens pecking the ground and mildly quacking ducks splashing in the pool; mews of joy and “Feed me!” from the cats; bouncy steps from an excited dog. It is definitely the morning after getting home. Of course, there is also laundry to do, cleaning to be done that was left until the return, and groceries to buy since we pretty much wiped out most of the edibles before heading out of town. But at least there was the comfort of our own bed last night (or this morning depending on your definition of night) and the familiarities of home which helps bring a sigh of relief after being away, even if only for a few short days.

Admittedly, I already miss the family we visited, but was so glad to see them all again. If the saying “Home is where the heart is” is true, my heart is spread out over a vast area and in that, so is home.

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