When traveling I come to a point, during every trip, after a certain amount of time where I start missing.
I miss home. I miss people I love. I miss my routine. I miss my bed...
And I was talking with a friend of mine recently, another travel loving friend who is actually currently in the midst of some travels, and she made a comment about how she felt the same way, but how lucky she felt to have things to miss.
And I just really loved that thought.
It wasn't something I'd ever really put together before.
Lucky to have things to miss.
But that's how it is.
How lucky, how blessed I am to have things to miss.