It seems that no matter where I go for a holiday, my thoughts always turn to the moment I eventually get home again. Even if it’s to visit family members far away or to celebrate a major life milestone with friends in a tropical paradise, I definitely miss all the comforts of home.
I find it ironic that after yearning for adventure and new sights, sounds and tastes, the most that you think about is the comfort of your bed, the familiar sounds of birds in the trees and the excitement of The Dog. I suppose that adventures are all great, but we can’t live our lives as just one long adventure. There needs to be some place and time where you feel your most comfortable because things are tailored to suit you, where you rest properly and reset yourself.