Homecoming..

You know how some people feel very depressed to come back to an empty house? I kinda agree when you know it’s going to be empty forever types.. like if your significant other is out of town or something. But on the contrary I prefer having the house to myself for an hour or two before the husband comes. It gives me some time to kick off my heels, chill with some chai and get some lone time, watch some random TV, cut up whatever veggies I prefer and what not, simply lost in my own thoughts for that hour or two. In such cases solitude is heaven and helps you deeply appreciate the company when it arrives. This isn’t to say that I don’t love coming home to the husband.. indeed I do but this is only the other best-case scenario. Anyone out there agree?

Nothing like home

I love travelling, seeing new places and everything and I would do it many many times... but the feeling of coming home is unique. It's peaceful, its welcoming, it's warm and comfortable and mainly, it's yours. No place can feel better. But like many things, the distance makes the heart fonder and you truly appreciate home only when you have been away from it and then of course, no sleep is as good as it is on your own bed. Besides, the feeling is multiplied if you've had a tiring weekend albeit fun-filled, with over 1000km of travel in 2 days, add to that being the only driver. I've had the joyous homecoming twice since last night - once when we actually got home after the trip last night and once today when I went to return the car. You might wonder why the second time. The rental place is just behind my house and naturally to return the car there, I opted out of taking the GPS. As luck would have it, the roads were closed at certain points for maintenance and an innocent hunt for a U-turn turned into a massive diversion from my ville (city) to another. Throw in a couple of highways and it's chaos. After accurately memorizing the path I was taking and needing all of 1 U-turn to just turn back, I found myself on the highway. A couple of exits later, I landed at a familiar sounding locality and in there after a few circles around the town center, finally I caught sight of signs pointing to my city. The gush of relief was unmistakeable. In a few short minutes, I had the car returned to it's owners while I got back to the sanctity of my sweet home.