It feels very strange being back at home after three and a half weeks away. For the last two weeks of the holiday we changed cities every other day or so. We slept in seven hotels over that time. 5/7 of the cities were new to us so to a lesser or greater degree they took energy and wits to navigate, to find places to eat and to decide how to spend our time as tourists. It's been fun and interesting, and I've got lots of new places and ideas to incorporate into various stories, but getting back last night was odd. The house felt almost as foreign as another of the recent hotels. Certainly it was easier because we already knew how the shower works, we could get a snack without having to put on shoes or work out foreign money and our bed had our own soft sheets and perfect pillows. After about three weeks' travel, I felt really tired and homesick, then for the last few days I got over that and was back to enjoying the novelty and adventure. It'll be interesting to see how long it takes to feel normal in our own house again.
