Monday, April 6, 2009


No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.
-Lin Yutang

I arrived home, finally, Thursday afternoon. Driving into town, I was amazed at how much had changed in just four weeks, how spring gathers its March momentum to explode into spring. How the trees, bare when I had left, were now like green firecrackers bursting into bloom. Everything soft with life after the bareness of winter.

I pulled into my driveway and grabbed Babou to run up the stairs, leaving my unpacking for later. Inside, I noticed a bouquet of pink tulips on the dining room table! I continued on into the kitchen and saw a beautiful lunch and bottle of wine awaiting me. Hmmm...I continued out to the back yard where I found my friend, the bearer of all these sweet homecomings, having just finished weed whacking the back lawn which must have previously been in excess of three feet tall! The yard was beautiful; flowers blooming, now neatly mowed green, green grass, fig and plum trees filled with leaves, everything lush and happy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was to get such a homecoming! I am stilled bowled over by it and am so happy to be home, so happy to see the old with new eyes. I have always loved traveling not only because I love seeing new things and ways people live, but because it really puts your own life in perspective. It is the perfect anecdote to ennui of all kinds.


ms. changes pants while driving said...

does your friend travel to san diego?

wonderful homecoming :D

Mary Alice said...

Or parts further East?

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

That is my kind of homecoming.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

What a great way to come home--to tulips! Gee!

Katrina Hazel, Recruitment Hero said...

Wow that's almost as nice as when Yo brought me a milk shake and other arrays of fastfood to make me feel better that one time I really needed it. But yours seems so much more organic. Eh. to each her own.