I can’t believe that I’ve only been home for a day.  The hours have flown by in a flurry of unpacking, decluttering, admin and just being Home.

Home is safe and it’s sanctuary.  It’s unglamorous and its beds are not made with perfect corners and unwrinkled blankets.  Its bathroom surfaces are not immaculate nor are they festooned with miniature toiletry bottles set in perfectly spaced lines.  Home is simply home and it’s so good to be here.

The first thing I did after the taxi dropped me off was wheel my bags in, wipe off the wheels and turn on my heels back out the door and down the road for Real Coffee.  I’m going to need at least one Real Coffee a day for the next month to help me replace last week’s Real Coffee deficit.  Sorry, contiguous states of the United States, as much as I love your collage of landmarks, tourist destinations, food, people and shopping your coffee is something I will struggle with indefinitely.  Hawaii (and Alaska), I’ve left you out of my sweeping statement because I know for a fact that the coffee in Hawaii is excellent.  I’ll just have to visit you, Alaska, and see if you’re up to scratch.

Best.  Amenity kit.  Ever.  Love your work, Qantas!!  I’m hanging on to this eye mask for my next flight.

I’m all unpacked and the suitcases are back up on their storage shelf.  Preschooler SSG’s new gets have been parcelled up according to size and season and I’m remarkably un jetlagged.  I even managed to lose some weight (from my person not my luggage) this trip.  How does that even happen in Texas?

Perhaps it was these crudites at Dallas Fort Worth.

Or these ‘are they Eames’ recliners I relaxed on between flights.

I can’t resist a Khloe cover.  Ivanka?  Neutral to negative.

Or perhaps it was getting up to speed with the latest on Khloe’s life, love and body that saw me deplane with more energy than I had when I flew out.

It’s taken two days but I’m ready to return to work tomorrow.  I’ve gone through all my work emails and snail mails.  Things have been shredded or recycled.  I’ve even stocked up on my beloved small, lined yellow index cards.

My slice for morning tea has been baked and is ready to be sliced.  Gotta love an AWW recipe – easy, economical yet very moreish.

I wonder how I’ll feel about work after I get through tomorrow……