There is one universal truth about travelling. It is good to be home. Today is the day I have been waiting for. Getting this home refinance loan has been a lot like a doctors appointment. We had to fill out a bunch of forms, wait for a long time, be told to wait again, finally get to see someone, and then we had to wait for test results and a prescription to be filled. Today is the day I pick up the prescription, and just like going to the doctor I have to apply the medicine.
I have no idea what happens if the post office messes up or the company I send a check to doesn’t apply it correctly. I guess I go back to the bank and complain to them and they will make me wait even longer. All I know is that I am excited for today and ready to get this ball rolling.
The weekend got us through to this day and I did enjoy travelling. I am hoping to plan a short get away in February. Somewhere a little closer than Gettysburg but still a nice distance away. A place where we can leave Saturday morning and comeback Sunday afternoon without missing a beat.
It is good to getaway, but at some point, during any travel, you start missing home. That doesn’t happen during short travels, but that feeling of returning home is still the same. This is my place and where I belong. Settling in to your own bed, even after one night of a hotel bed, is magnificent.
This is why all the ads I get for hotel quality bed sheets confuse me. I’ve never associated hotels with quality. It’s kind of like builder’s grade kitchen cabinets or appliances. It is not exactly an association that screams quality. Like when someone says they want their thing to be the Cadillac of their market. I don’t understand why someone would want to sell something equivalent to a GM product.
The hotel we stayed at looked fancy, and has a great lobby, but the second you enter the room you can tell where the budget went. The shower looks like a locker room shower from the 1980’s and the TV is the size of this laptop’s monitor. It isn’t a hotel room that fits the other aesthetics or the price, but that is where hotels are.
I guess in a way hotel bedsheets are the Cadillac of bedsheets. Overpriced, uncomfortable, and unreliable. And that’s why it is good to be home.
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