Nothing makes me appreciate home quite as much as travel. I have really enjoyed spending the week in Seattle with my granddaughter visiting my boyfriend, but I was definitely ready to come home. I missed the simple things such as the comfy spot on the couch, the place I normally sit at the kitchen table, and most of all, my own pillow. I really do enjoy traveling, exploring, and seeing far off friends and family, but nothing will help one appreciate home as much as travel. I wonder if I will feel different about travel when I can just take my house with me?
