We got back last week from a week of sun, sand, and family in Jamaica. Days spent with toes in the ocean, or at the swim-up bar sipping slushy drinks topped with rum, enjoying the buzz of conversation and the feel of the sun on your shoulders. It zipped by too quickly and so I thought this week, even though I still plan to recap a few more moments, I’d focus cultivating my attitude of gratitude with Lizzie’s blog hop, and why I also love coming home.
Catching up with people
Even only being gone for a week makes me miss my family and friends. I feel like I’ve been gone for ages on an adventure and need to see what they’ve been up to. I’m glad to have so many people that want to see me and make me meals, come over for a glass of wine and a chat, or have us over for a play date.
My own food
Don’t get me wrong – one of the BEST things about going to an all inclusive resort is the never ending supply of all the food you could ever eat…but I was happy to pick up some groceries and figure out our meals again. Plain, simple food like avocado on toast and spaghetti in tomato sauce (and some raspberries for Baby J, who literally squeaked with delight while eating half a carton of the squishy red jewels).
The smell of fresh clothes has taken on a new meaning since having a child. Thank goodness ne of our fellow travellers gave us a few Tide pouches for sink washes (super handy – I’ll get some of these next time a travel for sure) but all in all, I’m very thankful to have clean clothes at the ready here at home.
Everything in it’s place
One things that drives me crazy is not being able to find things! I felt like I was constantly searching for shoes or sunscreen or a hat that I *just* had in my hand even being in such a small space. I like having everything right were I know it is (for the most part) instead of items floating around the room.
I pretty much went a week without wifi. Which was fine – I was busy swimming, eating, drinking, and hanging out, and so checking email wasn’t near the top of my list – but I do like being able to sit and read and write and wander the internets reading blogs and keeping up to date.
My little brown companion
Herman the dog was well taken care of and had a blast playing with his best doggy friend Diego while we were away, but I missed his presence, his silky body resting near my feet and his happy eyes.
Nothing like your own comfy pillow and your own bed when you get home.
I never really thought I was a schedule person, but I’m pretty strict about keeping Baby J on a routine – mostly so I know when it’s time for food and naps and so I know he’s rested enough to be happy. I’m sure being away long enough would make us adapt and start a familiar process, but it’s nice to get back to the old routine (and I”m thankful we all adapted back into it pretty well!).
The start of spring
The week we left was a snowy slushy mess, while we were gone there was a ton of rain, and now that we are back, things are inching towards the beginning of a spring that never seemed like it would arrive. But most of the snow is gone, the air is starting to turn fresh and pleasant, and I *think* spring is happening.
Now that we are home and settled, I’m thankful I was able to take time away with such a wonderful group of people and that the trip was so fantastic. So many funny, touching, relaxing moments, so much running around. All very, very worth it. I cna’t wait for our next adventure somewhere.
What do you love about home?
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