Glad to be Home

I love love love to travel. I love experiencing new things. I love to see new places. On this particular trip I loved seeing my mom and Bill so much since I don’t get to see them all that often. That said, I am glad to be home. I am glad to be able to get up in the morning and not talk to anyone until I get to work (I like to ease into my day, so sue me.) I am glad to not be living out of my suitcase. I am glad to be able to order a cup of coffee at breakfast and not have to elaborate. I am glad to be back to my perfectly cushy bed with just the right amount of covers and soft sheets. I am glad to be a local and not a tourist. As much as I love the new, I am again glad for the familiar. When I come back to NY after being away I love it again, even if I was pretty tired of it before I left. I want to experience my city the way I just experienced someone else’s. I will slip back into my daily routine of work, laundry, groceries before too long, but for now I am happy to be home.


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