What it means to be home again

• When I got out of the shower, no one asked “How are the showers?”
• I didn’t have to ride 30 miles, eyes peeled for an “espresso” sign, to find a morning cortado
• I didn’t have to explain to the barista how to make a cortado
• No waiting in line for the washing machine, no need to find quarters
• I didn’t have to put up a clothesline to hang my clothes, it was already there!
• I did, on the other hand, have to chop through two months of unfettered growth of hydrangeas to get to the clothesline
• Someone was sleeping in my bed!
• I didn’t have to pack up my tent when I got up this morning
• I will wear the same clothes all day
• I will get to know my wife and kids (and grandchild) again.
• I have two months of mail to go through
• Stuff that broke while I was gone is waiting to be fixed (or replaced, in the case of a dead computer after multiple failed attempts at resurrection – granted, it was 11 years old)
• Grass and weeds are calling my name. I told them to wait until the clothes are off the line.
• Riding with old friends again.