Home again

It's odd that coming home from a long trip should feel more like being gone than actually being gone does. Most likely not a revelation to seasoned travelers.

Home feels strange. Strained even. I don't enjoy doing dishes or scrubbing the shower or washing the bath towels. All things I do not have to do when I travel. I've grown accustomed to other people doing those things and now they feel like burdens rather than everyday life.

But, being home makes the unexpected more spectacular. I'm not taken aback too often with the things I see or experience when I travel. I expect to see new things. This expectation does not make new experiences any less exciting. But being "home" tends to make mundane, well, de rigueur.

So, when the unexpected surprise does happen at home, it is all the more spectacular. This is what explains a guy's excitement when his wife/girlfriend/partner "dresses up" for a special evening in. Or the satisfaction when he walks in to his local bar and the bartender says "Hey___, the usual?" Or he returns to find tattoos that were never imagined.

Malo

Location:Ohio St,San Diego,United States