There’s no place like home.

{image: yvette inufio}

I love getting out of the City and away from home, but there is nothing like putting that key in the front door and arriving home. Last week we headed off to celebrate my father-in-law’s 70th birthday, but unfortunately moments after we arrived he fell ill and had to be taken to hospital. We extended our stay to be with him… and arrived home yesterday. He’s still in hospital but will hopefully be back to his cheery old self in no time.

To focus on the positive I thought I’d share a few things that I love about returning home:

♥ it’s as simple as putting the key in the door. I just seem to relax and enjoy that I’m home
♥ unpacking & washing all my clothes. I love {weird, I know} sorting through my clothes and getting everything fresh & clean
♥ the smell of home
♥ restocking the cupboards & then cooking a home cooked meal
♥ I love getting mail, and getting home and sorting through my mail makes my heart sing. As you can imagine, coming home to 6 parcels yesterday was a lovely little treat
♥ seeing friends & family again
♥ visiting my favourite sushi place. Yesterday we jumped out of the taxi, dropped our bags and heading for a good sushi fix. Delish!
♥ being near my places: my favourite beach, my shops, my restaurants… I just loving having them there when I need

What do you love about heading back home after a break? Or would you rather not return home?

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4 thoughts on “There’s no place like home.”

  1. this summer i went to the place i want to live in FOREVER… austinmer near wollongong.

    I DID NOT WANT TO GO HOME AT ALL.

    I felt so at home there. as much as I love canberra, (yes, scoff all you want) I really have a connection with austinmer for some reason. it just felt 'right' a second home.

    but as for coming home from other holidays, I really love just plonking on my couch and doing nothing. the unpacking/washing/etc often takes a loooooooooooong time!

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