While You Were OutPosted: February 12, 2012
We recently returned from our travels to a (kind of) intact home and our own amazing beds. I recently heard a speaker say that the journey home is the most prevalent theme in all of world literature (think of The Odyssey) and I definitely understand why. No matter where you go or what you are doing, there is something wonderfully comforting about returning to your very own place. Truly, there’s no place like home.
Last post, I mentioned that during our travels an Asian friend watched Albus for us. Things went OK but I just had to share this awesomely hilarious e-mail we received midway through our travels.
Really miss you, my friends.
Believe it or not, I’m headed out again this afternoon: this time, to the countryside for some probable adventures. (See last year’s travels here.) I’m excited but, truthfully, more than a bit reluctant to leave my warm bed, my sweet puppy, and–of course–my husband. Also, a nasty stomach virus has been making the rounds and I’m terrified that I or someone else will succumb in the midst of an overnight bus or some other inconvenient place. Hopefully that won’t happen–updates to come pending my return in a week!