Same picture, three days later
Do we look a little more tired
|
There’s so much
anticipation, even excitement about going away, just for a long weekend. You’ll
see people you miss, do things you don’t get to do at home, eat at different
restaurants—it’s a real high.
Coming home is
always nice, in a different way. Although you’d think, by contrast, it might be
low key, it’s not. For me, there’s again a sense of anticipation as familiar
sights appear, a comforting sense of relief when we drive in our own driveway. As
if I’ve been holding my breath, minding my manners, and been on my best
behavior. Now I can let my hair down—well, it’s too short for that—and be
myself.
We came home on the Vonlane bus today in the
early afternoon. Had lunch, wine. I read. A good trip. And once home, we were
greeted by an enthusiastic Sophie, who sniffed all over everything. Clearly,
she smelled the Austin dog—sweet Eddie, a poodle much tinier than Soph. And, of
course, we were greeted by Christian, who picked us up and seemed glad to see
us. He’s now fixing meatloaf for Sunday supper, which I think is about the
nicest welcome home offering he could do.
But coming home
also entails work. Unpacking, hanging all those clothes up, sorting out the
mail you’ve missed. I came home to a couple of welcome checks in the mail and
some bills to take care of, plus I had saved several things on my computer that
I needed to print out—tracking receipts, etc. Of course, tonight was the time
the printer chose to have a paper jam and then tell me it’s out of ink. But I have
waded through the mess and straightened my desk into a sort of orderly mess
that I at least understand.
And now it’s
barely time to take a breath before Thanksgiving is upon us, and Christmas fast
on its heels. I ordered Christmas bags today because I will see some of my children
at Thanksgiving and not at Christmas, so I must have their presents wrapped in
a couple of weeks.
Lots to do in the
days ahead. I feel the holidays coming on. And that’s a great, exciting thing!
1 comment:
Glad you made it home safely. It is nice to go away, but always much nicer to come home! Even if it is just for a day, I do love coming back to my own place.
Post a Comment