The feeling of coming home after a long trip can be sweet and sour. Sometimes we’re ready for home, losing our appreciation of the sights. Our senses jaded from trying to take in far too much.
Our trip in the winter of 2016 had so many small things go wrong that we were in a constant state of stress thinking what next? Those mounting problems seemed to be punctuated with rain and returning south the cold seemed to be seeping into our bones.
Walking in the door at home felt, well, homely. It was nice to have more space and instant all over warmth at the press of a switch.
The hardest thing of all is trying to cook at home. You can’t remember where things are kept or even what utensils to use.
…two weeks later, yippee we’re off again, oh living in the van is so, so simple.