This marked the first time leaving the house completely unattended for an extended amount of time. No trustworthy dog/house sitter this time, no house keys handed out to anybody, nothin!
Having booked this vacation almost half a year ago, despite our relatively broke standings we were still more-than-ready to go. I was definitely looking forward to the time away but definitely was not sure what to expect upon our return.
Did I have an awesome vacation?
Yes!
Was I freaking out that the coffee maker would short circuit and burn down the whole complex? Absolutely! (i’ve heard this happen before ok!)
Did I think I would walk in and find 6 billion ants heave-ho-ing the refrigerator away?
Sadly yes.
Of course literally nothing happened. Well except for the tragedy of a spoiled half gallon of milk. In fact we forgot to throw away a cookie pizza box from BJ’s and mercifully, no insects managed to discover this gold mine. I was surprised by how smoothly the execution of the mass exodus for the weekend went.
But when we finally got home, sun burned and exhausted, gross and smelly, lazy from dragging all of our crap in, and trudgingly upstairs and sank into bed… it was literally the best feeling in the world. I’d never felt so welcome in any place before in my life. You could have tried to tempt me with the swankiest bar, the coolest party, but it wouldn’t have swayed me for one second. Home was the only place I wanted to be.
