I love taking trips, love staying in new places, love seeing new - and old rarely seen - things, love seeing people I haven't seen in a long time. When I leave home, I'm counting the days and hope they last, hope they don't pass too quickly, wish I had more days before I even get started.
But by the time the end comes, I'm counting the hours till time to go home, and I'm just ready to be there. That's where I've been since yesterday. Just ready to go, ready to have it over. My friends wanted to spend the last night together, go to a coffee shop to talk, then go home and sit up late and talk. I just wanted to get my suitcase ready and go to bed. I felt bad, but the last night is not a good last minute hurrah for me.
So here it is. Today is the day.
Home. I'll be home tonight. I'm coming back home.
