I’ve written previously about my shifting social and geographic priorities. I very rarely leave the house, even more rarely the homestead. 

I did, for a few days, and while I really love the place I went and the people I saw there, it’s nice enough to be home that it might actually be disconcerting. 

Should I be this excited to simply be in my living room when all I did was spend a few days at another very comfortable place being doted upon?

I honestly do not know. 

Maybe.

Probably.