(Toledo, OH) No matter how much a person enjoys a vacation, almost nothing compares with the feeling of pulling up in the driveway after a long trip.
The excitement of returning home increased after each turnpike mileage sign that highlighted Toledo: 174...119...83...72.
Then, finally, seeing the house, opening the door, and being home.
I am a creature of habit, and - try as I might - I cannot duplicate my routines when I am on the road. Nor can I replace my comfortable bed, my gardens, my books, or any of the other items I take for granted when I am at home.
I missed my dog, my lawn mower, and even my creaky front door that needs oiling. While a vacation offers many diversions and opportunities to expand our horizons, it is the everyday and the humdrum in our lives that ground us.
And it is so very good to be home.