Why is it that none of those giant, 5-star hotel beds can match the feeling of climbing into your own bed after being out on the road travelling?
There’s just something about curling up under your own covers. The smell of the sheets and the coolness of the not-slept-on-for-a-while pillow.
The absolute worst thing is when you’ve gotten into bed and then you realize you need to get out to turn out the lights or do something else. The bed doesn’t seem to feel as good as the first time you crawl under those sheets.
Traveling is so much fun, going on adventures and experiencing new things, but it’s always great to come back home after it all.
So true…and I like the photo! It reminds me of a more PG version of the Shame film poster.