I'm home from vacation and it's back to reality.
It never ends. But that's not a bad thing. There is almost something soothing about these routines. After all of the unexpected surprises we had on vacation, I'm kind of loving the simplicity and overall boring-ness (yes, it's a word!) to my life. It's 10 a.m. and I am still kind of in my jammies and working. Laundry is going and I already know what I'm making for dinner.
The whole "back to reality" thing seems to get a bad rap. It sounds like it's some sort of punishment. I guess that could be the case if you've been on a fantasy vacation in a tropical paradise but for the average person on an average vacation, coming home can be comforting. I love my house. I love my daily routine (for the most part). I could easily live without the 5:30 a.m. wake up call every day but other than that, my home truly is my sanctuary.
How do you feel at the end of a vacation? Happy to be home? Wish you were somewhere else? Do tell!