Home

There is just something so inviting, so cozy...almost sacred about home. Whether it's a mansion, mobile home, condominium, apartment or a shack in the woods. Home is just four walls of security and comfort.
We arrived back home on Thursday evening. After a whopping eighteen days of adventure. Which was fun, interesting and tiring...but an experience. Still, there's something wonderfully fabulous about coming home. There is truly no place like it.
I spent the first several hours unpacking, catching up on laundry and feverishly cleaning my house. I'm not quite sure why...but I find cleaning hugely therapeutic. (OCD? Perhaps.) My children spent hours reacquainting themselves with their bedrooms and belongings. It was a win-win situation for all. Hubs was glad to have his personal home manager back. He doesn't make a good bachelor. And we're okay with that, because I don't make a good single mother, either. We think we make an okay team together.
Life is becoming more routine again...just the way I prefer it. And just in time for spring, too. Which, by the way, is rudely late in making it's appearance. Just where is spring, anyhow?