I Wanna Go Home!

It doesn't take long to figure out why Americans think of vacations in two week chunks. After two weeks, you miss your own bed, your house, your refrigerator, your TV even.

Mostly, I miss my recliner.  I was sitting in the hotel room the other night and kept reaching for the little handle that reclines it... there wasn't one but that didn't stop me for reaching for it... several times. But that isn't all. I miss the friendly and familiar comfort of home.

You know what I mean, don't you? That familiarity, that knowing where everything is feeling?

There were periods in my life where I didn't miss these things; times I lived out of a suitcase... times where practically everything I owned fit in a 3 foot by 3 foot by 14 inch deep "locker" or could be stuffed into a seabag. In a way, I miss those days. But then "home" was a ship and I was either on it or had to be back on it by midnight or 7 AM.

Now I own a home and miss it when I'm away for more than a week.

Life is change, I guess. But not too much change.