One might assume that returning from a beautiful vacation is hard. The term “back to reality” is often used to describe the emptiness one feels at the end of a vacation. Returning to my reality was sweet.
Don’t misunderstand me. It was sad leaving Italy. Who wouldn’t miss the beauty of grabbing an espresso or cappuccino with a fresh croissant just steps from their door every morning? Or the beauty and history of the land? I loved everything Italy had to offer but I love my husband more.
So, when I saw him waiting for us at the airport after clearing immigration I ran and threw my arms around him. My daughter could not outrun me when she saw me make a mad dash towards him. If home is where your heart is, then surely this man has my heart in a million ways.
Far from perfect, home is exactly where God placed us. Enjoying the world outside of my home is a luxury I will always cherish. Vacations were never an escape from the life I love and the life I was called to live. That perspective makes coming back to reality the sweetest of pleasures.