My father in law used to complain about traveling and I thought he was crazy. He would say the best thing about going away is coming home again. The older I get, the more I have to agree with him. While I still love to escape, I do love to come home as well. There is nothing quite like climbing into your own bed when you’ve been away a while. That feeling of perfect, familiar comfort is one that can’t be duplicated. I’m sure it helps that when we travel, it’s not very restful and we’re usually exhausted when we return. But whatever the reason… I’ve grown to understand that there really is no place like home.