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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