We knew they were ready to head towards home when they started talking about their “bonk” beds.
We were two weeks and about 1600 miles into our vacation and about ready to start retracing our steps home. We were still enjoying our trip (especially since everyone was finally healthy!) but we were ready to sleep in our own beds again.
Only three days were left of our three weeks of vacation when we made it back to the little town in which I grew up. I was home, but not quite home, in familiar places with beloved people, but not quite where I belonged.
“How’re you?” I asked my husband, in our habitual exchange that has more to do with looks and tone than with the actual words of our answer.
“I’ll be glad to be home,” he admitted.
“So will I,” I smiled.