Get me a squeegee
New York, NY, March 2011
About this photo: It's Thematic's "drink up" week. Right here.There's a certain sense of peace associated with sitting alone in a plane as you head back home from a business trip. You've already dashed through traffic to get to the airport and run the security gauntlet. Your luggage is (hopefully) packed safely in the belly of the beast and all you need to do now is hold on during the takeoff run, then wait for the pretzels to be delivered once you reach altitude.
This particular day may have been miserably cold and damp, but I still couldn't help but smile as I sat in the middle of a packed alloy tube. Because what awaited me at the other end of the journey reminded me that going to a new place every once in a while may be good for the soul, but coming home to a family that matters more than life itself is even better.
Your turn: What does coming home mean to you?