We have been home for several days now, and things are getting back to normal. As I mentioned in my previous posts our vacation did not fir my personal definition of what a vacation should be in most ways. Still, it did lead to me be thankful for things I often take for granted. One of those things is my house.
I know it sounds silly. My house is fairly modest by todays's standards. It was built in the 1950s (by my Grandpa). It is a simple raised ranch, and although I think the decor looks nice, it wasn't exactly decorated by a designer. Still when I walked in the door after this trip, I felt like a sailor whi was setting door on dry land for the first time in months. I truy had to resist the urge to drop to the floor and begin kissing the ground.
Of course this was an extreme case, but I feel kind of like this every time I travel. I don't know what makes it so special except that it is home, and for that I am truly thankful.