Home is the Best City in America

When I was a growing up my mom would always say the same thing as we pulled into the driveway at end of a road trip, “Home again, home again, jiggity jig.”

That still runs through my head every time I return home from a trip all these years later.

We got done with the conference early yesterday, so from the town car on the way to Denver International Airport, I called the travel agency who booked my travel plans from Hell home. Layover at the Dallas Airport, anyone? They found a direct flight on Frontier Airlines that would have me home a full four-hours earlier leaving in less than an hour, and could I make that?

Um, yeah.

The irritated pregnant woman standing behind the counter at ticketing didn’t think so when I found myself standing in front of her twenty minutes later.  And then, she didn’t think my luggage would make it, after I practically begged her supervisor to have them open up the flight again to allow me to board.

But make it, I did. And so did my luggage.

So there.

 

Dog is thrilled I’m home.

My friend had come to stay at my place to take care of Dog and Dog’s Cat while I was gone, and when I got in, Dog showed me the same affection he usually reserves for company and strangers.  My friend handed me a beer and hung out for a couple of hours while I was settling in.

Then I took Dog for a long walk, unpacked, and went to bed early in my own bed for the first time in a week.

And by the way, I loved Denver.  It’s an awesome, awesome town.  The people are so laid back.  The weather is fantastic.  There’s a ton of stuff to do all the time.  I even have two really good friends who live there.  But, don’t you find that you never really know how much you love a place or people until you leave and come back to them?

So even though, I have a million things to do today, I think I’m just going to hang out at home for a bit. I’m going to spend some time weeding my garden.  I’m going to play with my dog.

Then, I’ll head back out into the big world again, where the people are cranky and entitled, and the traffic is bad, too.

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