Posted by: ritagone | November 14, 2012

There’s No Place Like Home

Every time I travel, no matter where I go and then come back from, I’m struck with the same overwhelming feeling:

There’s no place like home!

Dorothy was right!

You can go to the most exotic place on earth, somewhere you’ve planned for and dreamed of for years.  It can be the most wonderful vacation or trip of a lifetime.  That’s all well and good!

Still, there’s no place like home.

It can be – as it was for Michael and me – to a vacation home that you own where the weather is the polar opposite (and I do mean “polar”) of where you normally live your life, so that the contrast is enjoyable because of the difference.  We loved being in the cold and the snow of Idaho, because we knew that when we landed in Burbank, we would see once again sunshine and feel warmth like we always do.

And still, there’s no place like home.

We loved being out of our routine, having someone else (who was house and dog sitting) be awakened by the dogs at the wee small hours of the morning, we loved sleeping in, taking naps whenever the mood struck us, eating whenever we wanted, the phone not ringing (well, not often), having a week of just plain decadent unscheduled bliss, to read and watch junk TV and go see a movie (we saw one); in other words, to be on vacation and all that that term implies.

And yet, there’s no place like home.

We loved the dogs frolicking and jumping and howling with happiness when they saw us.  They truly seemed overjoyed that we were back.  Our daughter and three grandchildren greeted us happily when we met them for dinner, but nothing like what we saw from the puppies.  We loved looking around when we walked in the door and seeing old familiar things that we missed: a chair, a room, a piece of jewelry left behind.  Things that you think you can walk away from, but when you see them again, you realize that you missed them while you were gone.  We missed our little Fiat, sitting in the garage patiently waiting for us to return.  It was fun turning the electricity back on the treadmill, the towel heater in the bathroom, the fountain in the courtyard of the master bathroom that makes such a delicious rushing water sound.

Now, don’t get me wrong: it’s lovely to travel, to see new places and meet new people.  I have loved every new place we’ve been to or that I’ve gone to on my own in the last decades.  Our trip to Russia in September was the highlight of the last few years.  St. Petersburg is my new favorite city in the world.

But always, in the dim recesses of my heart and mind, there’s truly no place like home.

Can you guess that I’m home for a while, that it feels good, and that I’m happy to be here?

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  1. Enjoyed your article…and Dorothy is always right!


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