Home sweet home!
Don’t get me wrong, I loved walking on the beaches of San Juan, Puerto Rico and taking my new purple bathing suit for its maiden swim in the Marriot pool, and reading like a demon– finishing one novel and starting the next, but maybe Tuvia’s love of home is coloring my views. Now he’s a bit extreme. He loves to get away and loves to come home but he gets bored way too fast. We were away for 4 nights and 5 days. He was done with beach life on the 3rd day. NOT ME!!!!
But we are back in the white cold with the promise of an upcoming storm to delay the start of a new PD project that’s scheduled for Thursday. What’s good about being home is I am up early with the energy I need to get back to work, with the drive to pick up my guitar that’s been gathering dust for the last few weeks.
Yes, it’s good to prepare for a trip , to take a trip but to be home, to be back in the familiar…
I’m loving that.
Hey, we have a March Marathon coming up, don’t we?