After being on the road most of the week, yesterday I was traveling home. Those are always a good days for me. There’s this kind of familiarity, a sort of rhythm that I am stepping back into. I look forward to walking through the front door and into what’s comfortable; when the aroma from the kitchen, the touch of the sofa, the sounds of conversation and laughter – confirm with all of my senses that “Here is where family happens”. The edge from a long day of driving 7 or 8 hours is always replaced with the anticipation of the moment when those I love give me that welcome home hug. The kind of hug you know is genuine, that says “I really did miss you”. Continue reading
Trouble Along I-95
29 Saturday Oct 2011