Returning home from vacation is always bittersweet, more so when the trip was magical. They say that there is no place like home and to a certain extent that is true. I always sleep best in my own bed and I enjoy resuming my familiar routine and yet ending a vacation is akin to the day after Christmas. All of the joy and anticipation related to the journey dissolves into piles of dirty laundry to be cleaned and chores to be done. Somehow those first few days after a glorious sojourn are so disappointing, especially for those unfortunate souls who must return to work.
My latest time away from home was glorious on so many levels. I missed the hottest week of the summer when everyone was roasting in Houston and instead enjoyed milder days when the temperature stayed in the low eighties and cool nights when the fifty degree readings allowed us to sleep with the windows open. When I first encountered the Texas heat again I felt as though I had been pushed into a furnace. I have to admit that my body has not quite yet readjusted to the suffocating blanket of warmth that is hovering over our city just as it almost always does in August. I spent most of my week in Colorado in the great outdoors. Here in Houston I dare not venture outside for too long lest I melt. There is a certain irony in the fact that the view of my backyard is so lovely and yet venturing into it is akin to a dangerous trek in the jungles of the Amazon. Continue reading “Home Sweet Home”
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