Last week, my family went on a trip. It was a big trip. It involved being away for a week, a 6 hour drive, and the crossing of a national border (that one to the north).
It was a nightmare. And it wasn't. And I need to write about it, I know I do. And I will, as soon as I have some more time to process it.
But now I'm home.
It's such a relief to be home. My laundry is done. I can cook my meals again. Baby Girl is napping, at least a little bit. Life is back to normal.
Which is a good thing. I think.
Because what is normal?
I'll be cheerful again. I'll be deep and thought provoking again. I'll be funny again.
But today? I'm just relieved to be on my own couch. And ON TWITTER AGAIN. Ahem.
There's no place like home.