Home Again, Home Again

What a great trip we've had!  Thirty-eight days total (including flight days).  It was good to see the house again.  And sleep in my own bed.  On my own pillow.  And use my own shower.  And so many other little things that make THIS home and other places NOT.  Be it ever so humble.

And now comes the part I really hate: unpacking.  Sorting out the mail.  Laundry.  Figuring out the tetris that is our refrigerator magnet collection - where do those 17 new ones go?  I tried to have a lazy day today, but guilt crept in.  We have 10 days before we head to Baltimore for a graduation ceremony with friends.  Ten days. 

Our next big trip isn't until the fall, and I - at once - can't wait for it, but know it will be here before I know it and I better start thinking about it.  And so it goes, this life of travel: moment to moment, suitcase to suitcase, experience to experience.  Time to put a new pin in the map.