3 Years Later: Still Married, One Week Home: Still Happy About It

God, I'm loving being home. I'm not sure if it's the being home, per se, or just the freaking standing still.

I think, when we're travelling, there is a lot of background stress to do with the process of it - packing and knowing what's going on and stuff.

And even though it's exhausting, you don't really properly notice it until it isn't there any more, and you stop.

Which is what we are doing now, and it's fabulous.

If I stay up late, I can sleep in. When I sleep in, I don't have to rush to get breakfast before they stop serving it, I don't have to make myself completely presentable before I step out of my bedroom and I don't have to think about how close we are to our next moving around.

I can stay in my pajamas, and not make sure I've put out the do not disturb sign. I have unlimited supplies of hot drink supplies.

No-one is making me hang around in cars, or airports or other uncomfortable places.

No-one is making my bed up in weird short sheety kinds of ways (Way more common than you would think in hotels, honestly). I can buy milk and keep it. The internet is reliable. My car today is the same as it was yesterday, and last week. So is the television channel selection.

Everything only changes as much I want it to, pretty much. It's fantastic.

Which is not to say that I don't enjoy the travelling, because I do in lots of ways, and I'm quite grateful for the opportunity to do it, because it was pretty awesome.

But still: own bed - priceless.