returning home.

I LOVE returning home, but then I LOVE my home.  And not just the home, but the people in it as well.  Coming home, the peace and the routine and the food, and the good sleeps.  All of it. Home is good.

But there is that adjustment period.  The point where you are in the transition between being “there” and being “here”

Being “alone” and being “surrounded”

Your ears need time to adjust to the different noise levels, and your brain to the multi-tasking.

Flip flops vs heels.

Long dresses to denim shorts.

Transition.

You struggle with the balance, trying to turn your brain off, sort the thoughts in your head.  All the things you figured you would do when you got home, but then you got home and wondered why you didn’t do them while you were away.

The fight to let go of the work that needs to be done so you can be with the people who missed you and need to spend time with you. The kids who need their “fill” of mommy.

And then you flip.

It is a switch that is turned. You come back home.

Mentally. Not just physically.

And you are present in LIFE again. And work is relaxed. And you let a few things slide, and react more than plan. Respond a little later.

And it is all good, and the balance DOES exist. You gave one thing 100% of your time for a few days, so now it is time to share back the other way.

Because I know, just as you do, that the other stuff will wait. It WILL get done, we won’t miss our chance.

Because some times we just need to be home.