After three and a half weeks of having family here with us, or being in another country on vacation, or being with family in Texas helping with a move, or me looking for a home for us, I'm back home.

How do jet-setters do it? Not the logistics of being on the move all the time, dealing with planes and luggage and bills - I know they have people to do that for them. How do they live without that comforting routine of getting out of bed in the morning, sliding your feet across the carpet into your waiting slippers, stumbling down the hall to reach out and grab your favorite coffee cup? Amble outside for the morning paper, and begin to slowly sip that first cup with sleepy eyes and bedhair, how do they NOT do that?

Thank you God, for not making me independently wealthy. I could get used to someone else dealing with luggage and bills and piles of newspapers and rotten vegetables in the fridge drawers, but there is no amount of money that would be worth giving up that deeply comforting feeling of being home, where I belong.

This first morning home, everything in me wants to climb back into my comfy bed, pull the covers up over my head, but I suspect jumping in the shower, throwing in a load of laundry, and sitting down at my desk to sort out bills, emails, etc. will do more to restore my spirit. I'm a creature of routine, so that's what I'll be getting back into today - blessed routine.

There are days I'd really, really like to trade looks with Jennifer Anniston, but she can keep her life. I personally think she's better off without Brad, but her hair is fabulous! Stil, I'm happy to have my life back right now, even the bedhair from sleeping on my own pillow last night.

Labels: Glimpse of the Heart