I've said it before and I'll say it again: as much as I love to travel, and spend time with family and friends away from my home, I love to return to my home much more. I think as I've aged I feel this a little more deeply, but also it's tied to the fact that I have found a home, garden, and a place (city, region) that I love, and I appreciate that with my whole heart and soul.
I had a wonderful vacation this past week, but I was relieved, tonight, to set foot in my house and greet my two kitties, who I'm sure were lost the past week without me. There's no conceit in those words, it's just a fact. My two tabbies and I bonded many many years ago. If I didn't have to go out and earn a living, most days I'd rather be with them than anywhere else. I miss them as much as they miss me when I travel. Actually, I think everyone is relieved tonight! I'll sleep in my own bed with a cat wrapped around my head like a pair of ear muffs, and another one prowling around the house, poking his head in my bedroom over and over again to make sure I'm still home.
So all is good. I'm home. Bugsy and BJ are happy. I'm looking forward to getting back into my routine, finishing projects, starting new projects, and greeting the new year in just four days. With that I'm going to get off here, read my newspapers and hit the sheets. Better 'get to it'.
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