After tripping around the United States for the past four weeks, I am finally home in my own little abode.
We had a wonderful time and saw so much. But there’s nothing like getting home to your own space and bed.
Travelling certainly broadens the horizons and it was fascinating to see the many styles of architecture and colours used somewhere else. It was also great to visit some of the interior shops and marvel at the seemingly limitless choices there are in more populated countries.
But coming home, made me realise that behind every door, the interiors are probably similar.
There will be a kitchen where the meals are prepared and homework done.
A living room for watching television and conversation with friends and family.
And bedrooms that are as individual as the occupants, yet somehow the same as the next one.
The interiors will be smattered with curios and collectibles that have been purchased for one reason or another or handed down from family. Each item telling a story or transporting the owner to another time and place.
Dorothy was right, There’s no place like home.
She’s just lucky she didn’t have a 17 hour plane flight to get there!