… this has been going on.
When we finally make our way back to the pink house, I always have a new, deeper appreciation for all the regular stuff. The things that I love about home are all the more lovable. The things that normally drive me bonkers are barely noticeable, at least for a little while.
This would seem to be a grown-up phenomenon, but it’s not just the grown-ups who experience it. The twins are ecstatic to be reunited with their toys. Even the cats are extra affectionate.
Surely homecoming should be included on the list of travel’s greatest rewards…?