There’s something to be said for being at home. Comfortable. Familiar. Safe.
And the feeling of crying in my husband’s arms is, although not the best feeling in the world, still better than crying by myself in the middle of the night because he’s not around. I feel much better.
However, there’s also something to be said for being away. I didn’t have to worry about anything. I didn’t have to deal with anything other than getting myself out of bed, cleaned up and ready to start the day with my brother and his awesome family. We didn’t do much, but it felt good to do little to nothing for awhile and forget about my life here.
There’s also something else to be said for being at home. Dishes. Laundry. Pets. Cooking. Cleaning. Work. Painting. Organizing. Chaos.
It’s good to be home!
Happy Hump Day peeps. I wish you all enough…