Home is what’s on my mind this Monday. As in, being home. After a week in Iceland, a handful of days at home, and then another week away on Cape Cod, it’s just good to be home. I know travel is something I have missed terribly due to the pandemic but, at the same time, I also got very very used to being home. I’m grateful for the privilege of being able to travel (safely, too) and I’m also very grateful to just.be.home.
Home . . . where I have all my stuff, not just the stuff I think I might need. And I don’t have to live out of a suitcase or pack everything up to move to a different location every few days.
Home . . . where I get to sleep in my own bed with my own pillows. While a king sized bed is a travel treat, I still like my own bed (and bedding!) best.
Home . . . where I have a kitchen stocked with the tools I love best. And I cook with gas and not electricity.
Home . . . where I can turn on the television and watch live news easily. I’m generally not a big tv person but I do like the news in the morning and the evening and I felt a bit disconnected in Iceland, where we never turned on a tv once, and on the Cape, where the tv in our rental didn’t have local cable.
Home . . . where I can blog and catch up with all of you!
It’s good to be home, friends.