Home again, home again

We pulled in around 5 pm yesterday.  Didn't hit the big caravans of SUVs and motor homes you sometimes get on Sunday afternoons pulling back into Utah.  That was a nice surprise.  Thanks to the kids we got the cars unloaded in record time and I put my feet up by 8.  I think one of the big reasons for travel is to come home.  It feels so darned good to sleep in your own bed and spelunk for food in your own fridge.  I remember coming home with tired, dirty children and thinking how nice it was when they were washed and in jammies.  Good to go, better to return.  Ahhhh.