Safe Harbour
No matter how much you enjoy your travels, there is something magical about returning home. There is just nothing on earth like your own bed, a nice cup of tea in your own cup, or curling up in your own chair.
We made it safe and sound Saturday night, and I am buried in unpacking, laundry, and crazy children who need to be put back on their routines. We had a wonderful time, I didn't get nearly as much knitting done as I would have liked or hoped, it was hot and sunny and exciting. I haven't decided how to tell you about my travels... my tendency is to always tell a big long story about everything, but I feel perhaps people get impatient with my long-winded tales. What do you think? Long story, or short?
