My wife and I oftentimes say that the best part of any trip is coming home. There’s just something about walking through the door after a trip–we love it.
I did just that a few hours ago, wrapping up a trip to visit my parents in Ohio. It was a tough trip, as I drove through rain more than half of the 450 miles. Yuck.
Sometimes I think about the differences between coming and going.
On the trip up, the car is packed neatly and everything has a place. On the trip home, everything is in the car…somewhere. (Except for coming back home after Christmas. Um, Mom, how am I going to get that in the car?)
On the trip up, I’m fresh and ready for a road trip. On the trip home, I’m tired from all of the interaction (as good as it is!) and a strange bed. Although, I have to admit, my folks’ guest bed is extremely comfortable. Unfortunately, it’s a double bed and I’m 6’4″ tall. I sleep diagonally.
On the trip up, conversation is usually plentiful. On the trip home, there’s a lot of music and thinking time.
Our (it won’t be tax season, so my wife the tax preparer can go) next trip should be in the early summer, and I can’t wait to see everyone again.
Maybe we could fly home.
Yet There is Method 
You are so on target with your comparisons between coming and going! There is something wonderful about crossing the threshold of home after a long trip, even when it’s been a great trip! It’s like your home embraces you!
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