Home is the Best City in America

When I was a growing up my mom would always say the same thing as we pulled into the driveway at the end of a road trip, “Home again, home again, jiggity jig.”

That still runs through my head every time I return home from a trip all these years later.

We got done with the conference early yesterday, so from the town car on the way to Denver International Airport, I called the travel agency who booked my travel plans from Hell home. Layover at the Dallas Airport, anyone? They found a direct flight on Frontier Airlines that would have me home a full four-hours earlier leaving in less than an hour, and could I make that?

Um, yeah.

The irritated pregnant woman standing behind the counter at ticketing didn’t think so when I found myself standing in front of her twenty minutes later. And then, she didn’t think my luggage would make it, after I practically had to beg her supervisor to have them open up the flight again to allow me to board.

But make it, I did. And so did my luggage.

So there.


Dog is thrilled I’m home.

My friend had come to stay at my place to take care of Dog and Dog’s Cat while I was gone, and when I got in, Dog showed me the same affection he usually reserves for company and strangers. My friend handed me a beer and hung out for a couple of hours while I was settling in.

Then I took Dog for a long walk, unpacked, and went to bed early in my own bed for the first time in a week.

And by the way, I loved Denver. It's an awesome, awesome town. The people are so laid back. The weather is fantastic. There's a ton of stuff to do all the time. I even have two really good friends who live there. But, don’t you find that you never really know how much you love a place or people until you leave and come back to them?

So even though, I have a million things to do today, I think I’m just going to hang out at home for a bit. I’m going to spend some time weeding my garden. I’m going to wrestle with my dog, and then, I'll go wrestle with the great big world again.