After 12 days in Europe I returned home yesterday. It is good to be home. It is good to sleep in my own bed and use my own shower. It is good not have to worry about whether or not I will be able to find a bathroom when I need one and what that bathroom will look like, or if I will have to pay for it. It is nice to be able to know where I will eat my next meal and be able to plan for it. I have already had my first Chipotle burrito since arriving in Denver just over 24 hours ago.
But what I don't understand is that after 12 days of missing my own bed and quilt is that once I was in my own bed (and after a 22 hour day so I was plenty tired) I didn't sleep very well. Out of 9 different hotels room and a sleeper train only twice did I wake in Europe and have no idea where I was. Last night at least 3 times I woke up and had to figure out where I was.
So wasn't so fun to go back to work, but let's face it, I have make money to be able to finish paying for it.
Oh, and I haven't said this yet but it was a great trip and I very glad that I went. Details, stories and my favorites of my 400+ photos are in the works.
"It is our choices that show what we truely are, far more than our abilities." Professor Dumbledore
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400+...amateur.... ;)
I woke up this morning already sort of feeling like this trip couldn't have really happened. Good thing I have pictures and my journal (which I still have to finish updating, since I didn't get all caught up on the plane).
I spent the first 30 minutes at work talking about my trip to my assembled colleagues. And I went to Trudy's tonight to talk to her and Ken (who LOVED his mug, by the way), and had to tell her I was falling asleep and had to leave.
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