I'm home at last after being away for six days and five nights . . . and all I can say is "There's no place like home."
Am I sorry I went away? Heck no! I loved seeing my friends, meeting readers, and talking with my agent and editor. But it's too bad you can't just beam in for the festivities and beam back home to your own bed at night.
I love to go out to lunch, but I like eating breakfast and dinner at home. Going out to eat for all three meals of the day gets tiresome. And the portions at restaurants are way too big. As a kid who grew up cleaning her plate, it's hard to leave something behind, but I'm learning.
"Being on" is very tiring. I was working on the outline for a new story (that may never see the light of day), so I could retreat to my head on various occasions when things got to be too much. And since I NEVER work from an outline, this was a new experience. At least if I never finish the story, I know how it ends!
Weather can be your friend when it's nice, and your enemy when it stinks. I had stinky weather on the trip home. Continuous rain and some pretty nasty fog. So much fog, that I pulled off I-90 and drove the back roads until I was far enough away from Lake Erie that the fog had dissipated.
There is no place like home. After being on the road, I pulled up the driveway and saw my cat Fred's little face peering through the front door to make sure it really was me. *Sniff*
Okay, so I now have no plans to travel again until next April for the next Malice Domestic conference. That makes me sad . . . I like the journey and I like the destination . . . I just hate the travel home.
What's your favorite part of a trip?
(P.S. As soon as I download my pictures, I'll post them on my Facebook page.)