Traveling for work can be wearying. Driving to the airport, waiting to board, waiting to take off, waiting to land, schlepping to the rental car, finding a place to park the car in the full hotel lot at midnight, ironing the clothes that I'd wear in too few hours and finally settling in to try to sleep. Waking groggily in the morning after too few hours of rest and nervously preparing to do justice the work done by 10 people the months prior.
It's glorious when the rental car is returned, the boarding pass is printed and the TSA agents are checking the poor fellow behind you. (Or the poor fellow's behind. Can you believe those scanning machines?) The seats on the airplane seem softer and the flight seems shorter. The drive home is cheerful.
No matter how long the trip, how tiring the trip... getting home is glorious. With these rosy cheeks waiting for me, how could it not?
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