There's an inch of snow on the ground, not much food in the fridge, and the heat in the house is at 58°, but I'm home sweet home.
I got to experience jet lag sleeplessness in my own bed in clean pajamas, used my favorite pillows and showered in my own still too cold bathroom.
Later today I will pick up the mail at the post office, go to the library, grocery shopping, maybe the gym or for a swim. I will unpack, do at least one laundry, return the luggage I borrowed, and return to the daily routines that are so familiar. Soon it will become the same old drudgery.
When that happens, I will try to remember the initial joy I felt at returning home.