No matter how much I enjoy a holiday, I am always happy to come back home. Home is where my comfortable bed is. Where I don’t have to worry about when the bedsheets were last washed or how clean the towels are. Home is where I don’t have to walk around trying to find a place to eat breakfast. Home is not paying for dinners because someone else cooks them. Home is busy, rushed and always moving. Home is making a mental note of all the things I have to do tomorrow.
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