By the end of our trip, we were really ready to be home. We missed our dogs and our kids, and though the beds we slept in were always comfy, we both missed our own bed, with our cat Biko and (usually) Ferris at our feet.
I've traveled a whole bunch in my life, and I've noticed that whenever I'm just done with the road, and I want nothing more in the world than to be back in my own house, the last flight of the trip seems to take an eternity, and this time was no different. It was choppy as hell, and the five and a half hours felt more like seven, but when we finally walked into our house at 11:30 at night, to the leaping and furious tail-wagging of our dogs, and the hugs and joy of our kids, it was all forgotten, including the equally embarrassing and hilarious moment when I opened the bathroom door on a guy who was taking a wicked yes and forgot to lock the door.
I've been catching up on e-mail and news and stuff, and I've got a mountain of notes to turn into stories, but until then, I just wanted to say "Hey! I'm home. Thanks for checking in and keeping the damn kids off my lawn while I was gone."
If I saw you on my trip, and you have pictures or a blog about it, leave your link in comments and I'll update this post while I work on other stuff today.