I love to travel, but I hate to leave home. And the sweetest part of any trip is the moment I get home again.
There are the cats, my dear pampered sweeties who know I exist to indulge their every wish. And most of the time, it's true. I'm afraid they'll miss me almost as much as I miss them, although they'll have a substitute slave here the whole time.
My garden. We often travel at the end of April or beginning of May and I hate to go because I'll miss the first bloom of the roses. This year we're going early, and I'm worrying about missing the dogwood, and worrying about that lettuce I planted which should be thinned about next week.
My stuff, my pillow, my shower, etc. No place else is ever quite as comfortable as home.
On the other hand, I'll be in Paris, so what do I have to complain about?!!!
Comments (3)
You can't complain! I am so jealous of you. Have a great time and your comfy home, plants and kitties will be waiting for you...
Posted by Shannon | March 3, 2008 9:35 PM
Posted on March 3, 2008 21:35
Chris, if I promise to take a picture of my dogwood for you when it blooms - will that help?
Posted by Kim | March 4, 2008 5:40 PM
Posted on March 4, 2008 17:40
Is your dogwood pink?
Posted by Chris | March 4, 2008 7:55 PM
Posted on March 4, 2008 19:55