It is a great thing to be said when returning home, after even a short travel away, that there is comfort here. Even with the worst of travel plans, there is always a sense of adventure, newness and sometimes anxiety in the new world. The trick is finding the right amount of balance with that adventure and relaxation.
But it is with wonder that I am always amazed on returning - that it truly is home. When driving, it is the familiar sight of the skyline as you round the tall bend in Burnsville on 35 coming North. By air it is usually on crossing the St Croix with the landmark bridge and starting to identify the familiar sights below as St Paul eventually comes in to view. Coming home to a clean house, a partner and a dog wagging his tail. Even in the middle of a continuing cold winter where everything remains a blanket of white instead of green that we would so like to see. It makes one feel like they belong here and all is right. There is truly no place like home.
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