Friday, November 13, 2009

I realize this more and more...

The best thing about traveling is coming home.

To my soft, clean bed. To my clean, bug-free home. To stacks of mail all for me, mostly junk.

No more living out of my suitcase. I can unpack and do all my laundry.

Give the gifts I bought, and see how much people like them. Eat the candy I bought.

Get back into a routine. Feel refreshed. Appreciate the good things, and have a new view of the bad.

Take the things I've learned about how different people act in different places and look at the world with a new perspective.