I’m officially back from vacation. We went to Montana for my grandma’s 90th birthday, which was a pretty major event, drawing family and extended family and even more extended family from all the far-flung places, to gather and eat and catch up and—it struck me at one point—probably never see one another again. Some of us will, some of us won’t, but there will never be another gathering like this one.
Now home and filled with gratitude. There are many reasons to travel. We see wondrous, marvelous, strange things. We learn a bit about how other people in distant lands live. The world becomes both a little more vast and a little less daunting. But more than anything, we understand Dorothy’s mantra: There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
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