Coming home

i love researching, comparing, and finding the 'perfect' vacation spot.  the preparation stage is as exciting as a double shot of adrenaline and expresso, traveling via the internet at the speed of whatever.

we did our homework to find a great spot for our vacation.  but having stayed in the same hotel... the same room three consecutive times, we decided that next may, we will stay at another place which has a nearby beach walkway that hugo can transport me 2/3 of the way to the water.  hotels, experiences, and wishes do change, after all.

having said all that, there is something simply incredible about arriving home, walking into a clean house, and with a deep sigh saying 'we are home!".   i see the house with fresh eyes, noting the placement of furniture and plants, enjoying the fresh sheets donna put on the bed before we left, and gazing at our backyard which looks like a park. 

we're home!!

many times wonderful things are experienced...  new and exciting ideas and project are tried...  exploring different parts of ourselves, some of which we didn't know existed...   they add excitement and novelty to living. 

but nothing beats the feeling of coming home to self, recognizing our deepest beliefs, feeling our core emotions, feeling as content as a well-worn pair of jeans.  visiting other places is a natural and essential part of life.  we have to leave home sometimes to discover who we are.   but nothing integrates our discoveries as much as walking in the door of our own life and saying, 'this is home'.