Heading home is always a mixed bag. On the one hand, I am looking forward to sleeping in my own bed, being able to make meals in our own kitchen, and just being around our own stuff.
However, as I look out the balcony window at the waves of the Atlantic crashing against the shore, I can't help but feel some sadness and remorse. This has been a great week. We have been able to play together, reconnect with family, and just relax in a way that isn't possible at home, even when not working.
I suppose the vacation isn't over yet, though.
We get a 9 1/2 hour drive today (past DC), and a 7 1/2 hour drive tomorrow (through NY). Let the good times roll.