I love vacations as much as anyone but while I pack, as I leave my house to go to the airport or bus station or whatever, I kind of miss my house already.
I like to take a look around before stepping out and I smile to it. Yes, it being the house. My bed, my tv, my things. I smile at them all as if I’m saying goodbye to a friend. A smile that means I’ll miss you and can’t wait to be reunited because we always have so much fun together.
Am I just a weirdo or does this just mean I found home?