Meanwhile, back to reality...

I'm home from vacation and it's back to reality.

Laundry.
Food shopping.
Cleaning.
Carpool.
Writing.

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.

Tiny victories.

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!