I often travel for work. I enjoy "coming home" now that I actually get to come to my own home - not some apartment - where I always felt like a visitor waiting on the next place to move to or struggling to find a real home to call my own.
It is great to drive up and see "my house" - I guess the newness hasn't worn off even after a few mortgage payments, a lockout, a busted pipe and a few wild snakes.
This has been an especially long week (traveling coast to coast every week has begun to wear on me) and I was especially eager to get home tonight - and especially since it was midnight. Instead of whipping into my driveway - I get cars - cars everywhere - cars blocking my house and my drive and no sign of anyone.
I always try to be sensitive when I street park - to make sure that I don't park illegally - including blocking driving or by fire hydrants. Apparently, this is not a concern everyone has.
Unfortunately, this story does not have a fun ending - there was no surprise welcome home party for me (which would have made a better story). Instead I got to park up the street, haul my luggage into the house and be greeted only by my 2 cats and you get to read my complaints. Coming home is still leagues better than going to the hotel!
Welcome home and welcome to city living.
