on arriving home (there's no place like it)
🏠
The funny thing about holidays is that while they are nice and relaxing, sooner or later, I feel like I want to go home. It's not that I don't enjoy myself—I love travelling—but I miss the familiarity of my city, my house, and my bed. Like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz says, 'There's no place like home'.
There's just something about walking around my city knowing exactly where to go, what to do, how to act. Trying new things is fun, but I do like knowing exactly where I am and not relying on Google Maps. I could still get lost, yes, but most places and things will look vaguely familiar in my city.
I'm not a big city girl, but I'm also not a country person either. My city is small for a city, especially compared to other cities in my country, like Melbourne or Sydney. This has pros and cons (pro: know everyone, con: know everyone) so visiting new cities is always interesting and exciting.
Anyway, as the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Sometimes taking a break from what you know (and love) is much needed- but I always remember why I know (and love) it in the first place (generally on the last night of the trip).