“Wisdom and understanding can only become the possession of individual men by travelling the old road of observation, attention, perseverance, and industry.”
I’m a terrible homebody! If I had my druthers, I’d probably be an armchair traveller and have a clone to do any actual travelling. While I love our fifth-wheel trailer and our little Cariboo cabin and I love visiting our children and their families, getting organized to leave home is always an effort. Staying home is comfortable.
On the other hand, I can’t imagine missing out on the sweet discoveries, the family joys, and All. The. Photo. Opps along the way. (Oh, and the cruising experiences… I have to admit to liking them, too.) So, I compromise and travel only to places that are meaningful to me. And then I come home. I said I was a homebody, didn’t I?
I’m home again after three-weeks-less-one-day away. I had a wonderful time, but it feels good to be back. Now I get to be the insufferable host(ess) for the next while, and bring out my photo albums… 😉
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4 thoughts on “Journeying IV – Coming Home”
Lovely views that you’ve shared. I’m a homebody, too.
I am like you. I love bring home but love to go places too. I wish we had a travel trailor. That would be like taking your home with you!
We’ve been blessed to have an RV of one kind or another ever since we were married. It’s the only kind of vacationing we ever do and, although we don’t travel far and generally stay in rustic campgrounds, I love having the familiarity and comfort of home with us wherever we go.