Chris and I have been traveling a lot for weddings, family gatherings, funerals, baby showers, birthdays … well, y’all get the idea. We love getting away and seeing new and old places because there’s always something to discover or experience. Within our generation of friends, we’ve had many who had the good fortune to travel all over the world. Not going to lie, when we see their Instagram or Facebook posts, we feel that monster of green envy creeping over us. I mean, they’re going to Thailand and eating lunch with elephants at a sanctuary, or they’re swimming with sharks. Ridiculous, right?
While we enjoy taking vacation from our hectic lives, I always find that we’re more than ready to come home after a few days. Hard for me to say whether or not those who have the travel bug experience the same feelings, but it’s almost as if I need the reassurance and the comfort of knowing that home is still there and everything is okay.
So what’s my definition of home? Well, during these trips our dogs are boarded (we use Camp Run A Mutt if y’all are looking for a Houston boarding/daycare that is FABULOUS), and since we’ve adopted them, they have become a heart string, something that we would feel bereft without. I find that when we’re away from them, I literally stalk the Muttcams to see how they’re doing and if they’re playing okay with the other dogs at camp – it just makes me miss them more. I can’t speak for Chris, but I would hope that I am one of his heart strings as he is one of mine. And when I travel without him, I can say that I am missing a part of me, as sappy and co-dependent as that sounds.
I used to think that I wanted to travel everywhere I could before I got settled down, but lately, I’ve noticed that nothing compares to being home with Chris, Basil, and Izzo. My heart is fuller and richer because of them. They’re my home.
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