Coming Home.


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s much as I love getting away: the checking in, discovering new places, hotel rooms, eating out and slipping into a comfy king-size bed… there really is nothing like coming back home. Home is where the heart is, the comfort is and where the washing machine is. I missed having a washing machine to clean my clothes. With days of vomiting we had very little clothes left… and I was so, so keen to start washing.

That’s a little bit sad, isn’t it? To be excited about washing. As a last hurrah to a holiday that went a little skewiff, Lacey decided to vomit all over me, and everything on our flight home. Not good. Or fun. I can still smell vomit where ever I turn.
I’ll miss this lovely view (from our room in Noosa), but I do love coming back to all things familiar, home cooked food and yes, my washing machine. And I think Lacey is glad to be back to all her lovely toys and things.
As we drove back in from the airport it was like seeing where we live in a new light. In a week so much can change. I saw it all from a different perspective, I noticed the small things that may have always been there before, but went unnoticed. I noticed the big things. It was like someone sent a memo out and told the world we were going, “Change everything”, it would have read. A big tree that used to block part of our view has disappeared. We can see so much now. The local shopping centre has changed, it has super sized lamp shades and cow print covered chairs for tired shoppers to sit on. Things changed.
But as we put the key into the door and stepped inside, it was home. And I was so glad to be back.
Do you like returning home? Is home where your heart is?
PS Thank you so much for all my beautiful birthday wishes. It was so lovely, and so special. I hope you all have a lovely weekend, and I’ll ‘see’ you on Monday. Bring your Point & Shoot. x

15 thoughts on “Coming Home.”

  1. Welcome home. Lexie spewed on me on a flight out once……I swear I had the smell of puke in my nostrils for the entrire week away, LOL!

  2. We have a little cottage. I can't wait to get there on weekends and think of it as home away from home. After a few days I itch to get back home. Then I want to come back.!

  6. Welcome home!

    I love to do a big house clean before a holiday so that we come home to a beautiful house. It makes the post-holiday clean up so much easier too.

  8. I love to go away and leave our house and relax some where else (doesn't happen much) But there is something wonderful about the feeling of coming home after leaving I agree. Hope Lacey wasn't sick for long, vomitting is the worst!

  10. oh no throw up on the plane and on you is one of my worst nightmares! eewww the smell!

    I love coming home, we go away to canberra for markets and I just adore coming home the next day!!!! getting into my own pj's, dressing gown and slippers is heavenly

    Corrie:)

  13. Definitely. I love travelling, I really do, but there's no place like home. I breathe a sigh of relief when I get home from the shops! I always feel safe and happy here.

    Honey – sorry to hear about the flight home. I took my 8yo & 6yo to Perth from Syd once (they were 3 & 18mths at the time) and both the 6yo and I ended up with a gastro bug on the plane. It was the longest 5hrs of my life!

    Welcome back. xxx

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