Our backpacks have been emptied and put away. I've been doing laundry around the clock. Our house looks as though some type of internal disaster has taken place. Mouse has been working since we walked through the front door, just trying to get caught up. I guess our vacation is officially over.
While a part of me wishes I were still traveling, and I'm not totally excited to get back to reality, it's not the end of the world, either. When I'm on the road, I have fantasies about traveling forever and disappearing into oblivion. I could see myself traveling for months on end, hopping from city to city and country to country. But when I finally get home, it always feels good to be back. In it's own way, traveling always seems to remind me what I like most about my home. I'm happy to be able to sleep in my own bed, watch Top Chef in my PJs, and cook in my own kitchen. (No matter how good the food is, eating out gets old after a while.)
Besides, life in Newport Beach isn't so bad. The weather is mild. We have the beach at our front door. We ride our beach cruisers around town, and soak up the sun while dining on outdoor patios. It's a nice lifestyle. (If it weren't for work and chores, living here could almost feel like a constant vacation.) I'm lucky to be able to come home to such a pleasant environment.
So now it's time for me to get settled back in, focus, and tackle all of the projects I was putting off because of the holidays and our impending vacation. First and foremost will be a full trip report and the posting of pictures. (After I knock out three nights of work, that is.)
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