What makes you say "I'm home!"?
We came home from Texas last week. Whenever we're out of town, even if it's just for a night, I'm always so excited to sink into my own bed on my own comfy pillow (no matter how faboulously comfortable the accomodations were). At the end of a long day of travelling I usually think happily with a sigh "I'm home!" (By the way...that picture isn't my real bed...but it looked so inviting!)
This time when we returned home I felt the same way about something else for the first time:
My toothbrush
Let me explain....
Yes, I took a toothbrush with me on our trip. Yes, I even brushed my teeth regularly while we were gone. but it wasn't my favorite toothbrush!
Last summer, Ryan and I got new fancy electric toothbrushes...you know, the kind that cost close to $100 that I thought people were crazy to buy. I have lots of problems when I'm pregnant with my teeth and gums (due to all those fun hormones--info you'd rather not know!). After dentists telling me for 3 pregnacies that I needed an expensive version of the electric toothbrushes I finally listened and coughed up the money. I was surprised that it was worth every penny! Those toothbrushes really do clean better than anything else. I have to say it took a week or two of giggling every time I brushed my teeth (it felt so wierd) and learning how to brush without drooling. But now it feels like I just got my teeth professionally cleaned every time I brush. There's a 2 minute timer on the toothbrush--but I'm sure mine is really 4 minutes. I guess I never really brushed for that whole 2 minutes before!
I thougth about taking the toothbrush with me on my next trip (which will probably be camping) but I can't bear the thought of something happening to it! It must be like owning expensive jewelry when you travel...which I don't!
So, last week I came home, brushed my teeth, sunk into bed and thought with a happy sigh "I'm home!"
What do trips help you appreciate? beds? toothbrushes?