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Friday, February 08, 2013
On coming home
"No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow."
Lin Yutang
...and hugs his wife. And listens to the kids chatter. And pats the dog. And...
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Ann yells at the kids to walk the dog and clean their rooms.
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And anticipates the next trip...
ReplyDeleteTravel is soemtimes like time travel. Your home life has gone on even though you were away living somewhere else.
ReplyDelete..and open the fridge to discover it's empty! Don't look at the cookie jar either! Or the fruit basket. Yikes!
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