There’s No Place Like

Home. It doesn’t matter where I go, there’s something special about the moment when the captain comes on the intercom and announces, “We will be landing in Dallas in about 15 minutes.” I look out the window and begin to see familiar sights — lake Lewisville, highway 121, Grapevine Mills. I feel excitement rising. I know I’ll be home home soon.

That’s how I felt tonight as I arrived from San Diego. It was a stressful, but successful week, and I’m glad it’s over. I’m sitting on the couch feeling like I have nothing left to give. These events exhaust me. I should be working on Saturday Night Life (it’s next week, wow!), but instead I indulge myself and take a vacation for the remainder of the evening.

I bask in the familiar sights and sounds of home. There’s nothing else like it. I can’t believe I’m going to quote Dr. Phil, but he says “home should be your safe place to fall” and for me, it is. I can relax there. I am greeted with happy faces, hugs, and wagging tails. I know I’ve been missed, and it’s a nice feeling.

Dorothy was right…there’s no place like home.