One of the best parts of traveling is finally coming home. As much as I love going places, the place I love most is home. There is loads of laundry to do, mail to sort through and routines to reestablish, but it's worth it come back home from a trip.
Traveling always makes me feel lucky. It's a joy and a privilege to stop everything we have going on in our daily lives to catch a break, even if it's a short road trip. I feel lucky to meet people and see things I wouldn't get to see if I'd stayed home. Then I feel lucky when I get back and pick up where we left off, even if that means I'll be folding piles of clean laundry.
By the way, that's Kellan studying the emergency procedures card in our small plane leaving the Bahamas. He really was studying it! It's a good thing none of us are nervous fliers.
What do you love most about traveling and coming home?