There's No Place Like...Backward Blogging

Backward Blogging

I'm HOME.  

It's o'dark thirty A.M. i'm now at my guy's house and he's left a pot of French press coffee out and is off to work.  His dog, Leonidas, is snoring oh-so-loudly at my feet (more about him later).  He (my guy, not the dog) left sunflowers on the kitchen counter with a scrawled WELCOME HOME note.  Hanging across the stair rail is his worn-soft, green, Guinness sweatshirt - because I get chilly in his house.  I grab it and snuggle down to the DVR and press play to watch Hidden Potential.  I'm in the moment drinking it all in and the dog farts.  It's bad.  Welcome home.  Where was I?  Oh, it's the sweet little things that make wonderful...

It was crazy wonderful to get home to my place last night.  Is that truly the best gift of travel?  Travel home day started at Dunstane Hotel in Edinburg, a 5-mile drive in Lemon (hey, the rental car and I bonded), an 8-hour flight, seat-switching & ending up next to curious & fun Scots, losing an earring I'd purchased at Edinburgh Castle, a migraine, an Uber driver who got lost, D.C. metro traffic, the realization that (OTC) migraine meds aren't good on an empty tummy - and who wants to force feed themselves McDonald's chicken nuggets with migraine nausea & a tummy ache?  This girl.  Suck it up buttercup because...

Home is wonderful.  After travel, the odd mundane/overlooked things of home become appreciated:  Jeepers - Lemon was a treat but I couldn't wait to get into my good, old, familiar car.  The almost-unscented-clean smell of home vs. overly-scented hotels, musty castles & BnBs, going barefoot on soft carpet & on warm hardwood floors.  Bare feet (ahhh) in the shower & knobs that don't need puzzling out, water that's the perfect temperature at first effort, white towels that have not rubbed over strangers' naked bodies, tweezers & nail clippers a girl needs but didn't pack in effort to bring only a single carry-on for the 2-week trip.  Snuggling down to the best, most comfortable bed in the world, with a stranger-germ-free clean, down comforter and waking up the next day, migraine free.  Walking into a real closet then choosing & slipping into clothes other than the three pair of pants and 5 shirts i was oh-so-tired of wearing, and strangely, putting on a differently scented deodorant than I'd worn for two weeks!  Who knew!?  Oh.  Using a full-sized toothbrush (sigh).  Plug ins and light switches that don't have extra...switches. Window screens. Garbage disposals.  mmmhmm.  Hugging Mia-the-cat soooo hard.

I'm also looking forward to a green smoothie for breakfast and salad...omigosh salad!  Fresh raw vegetables.  Nothing fried - not for a while anyway.  Off to get wonderful real life started again.

Hugs,
~m