I am home. In the land of the brownish muck and winter jackets. No more palm trees. No more warm breezes and sweet water sounds across my balcony. And I couldn't be happier. I was so tired of this week's work stuff. More than I ever have been. My crappy health definitely has something to do with my irritability about it all. As does the fact that this isn't my first trip this month. So now it's time to hug up my boys (the littlest one seems to have an ear infection), eat some comfort food, and throw the stinky clothes down the chute for the house elves to resolve later. It's good to be home.
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Dorothy got it right! There's no place like home.
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