Ramble Ramble

Home, oh glorious home!!

I may have mentioned it once or twice, but business travel wears on me. And after myriad little problems with my hotel during my trip, 12 days in a bed not my own, and multiple co-worker roommates, I was more than ready to come back home.

In honor of my happiness to be back, I’m getting back in the swing of things with a list:

The top 10 things about Coming Home

1. My bed, my pillows, my cat, and my husband all make sleeping a much better situation than a hotel any day.
2. If my husband snores, I can poke him, unlike if co-worker roommates snore.
3. Coming home to a clean house means I don’t have to do anything for a few days
4. Being without my husband for 12 days (the longest we’ve been apart since probably the 2nd year we dated long long ago) makes me realize just how much I love him, rely on him, and don’t function very well without him.
5. Taking a day off of work after so much travel just so I can sleep late, nap during the day, and not have to speak any words that are work related is the epitome of “I deserve it”.
6. Getting to watch all MY tv, and not share prime time hours with coworkers whose viewing habits don’t mirror mine, makes me selfish but happy.
7. The kitty missed me so much that he didn’t do his normal meow in the middle of the night punishment, instead deciding he must be a lap cat whenever I’m sitting down. If you knew my cat, you would understand how strange this is.
8. Landing in San Diego after 12 days in New York was once again a forceful reminder of how much I love it here, and how much the weather sucks out there. And we had decent weather while I was in New York. Just to prove again that we made the right choice in leaving NYC.
9. Catching up on my personal email, blog reading, news feeds and the like makes me feel like I’m back into the “real” world. Something happens when I’m on a business trip where I feel totally disconnected from the rest of the world, even with access to news, tv, etc.
10. Coming back to a giant bear hug from my husband, and lots of hand-holding. I couldn’t ask for a better homecoming.