Vacations are good. Time with family and friends I don't often see is also good. Watching my son with so many people who love him: excellent.
I am happy to be home, to sleep in my own bed (covered with kitties), to cook lunch in my own kitchen with my own pans and eat that lunch with my own dishes. I'm even happy to have my tiny washer and dryer to do my laundry.
And on the way home from the airport, to drive through mountains under blue skies, with three sleeping kids in the backseat and a friend beside me: priceless.
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