I had a good time in NW Arkansas with my grandparents and family, but it’s always a nice feeling to come back home where everything is in order.
You have your own bathroom. You get to sleep in your own bed. You can dig through your pantry and make a pig out of yourself without fear of guilt and/or disgust. Your routine is back in place.
It’s nice to be back home. I have some stories to share, but they’ll have to wait for tonight. For now, a picture of Gramps.