Well, we did it folks. We made it back home.

The last stretch is always the best (and the worst) part of traveling. There’s that physical weariness of long days sitting in a car and mental weariness from spending hours driving. There’s the weariness of eating food on the road and sleeping in strange beds. All of it strengthened the yearning to be home.

With that yearning comes the excitement of arriving. As freeway signs are passed with familiar city names, as landmarks are recognized, as that final bend in the road reveals home.

I’m home, for a little while. I get to see friendly faces, catch up on what I missed, savor sweet company, sleep in, just…rest. I have relished in the thought of all of this.

I’m so grateful to have a job that allows me to do this sort of thing. To not only satisfy my desire to go and do, but also gives me the flexibility to spend time with loved ones. I’m one lucky lady.