The journey home from the airport is possibly one of the most overlooked parts of a holiday in our opinion. There’s all the excitement of the journey to the airport, dropping the car off in the car park, getting the shuttle bus or train to the terminal and then the holiday itself. That return bit at the very end that signifies the holiday is over is often viewed as being a bit of a sad one, isnt it? Which we think is a shame.
We were thinking it earlier this week and realised that deep down we actually feel a bit differently about it.
First of all it means we can stop living out of a suitcase and finally be reunited with more than two pairs of shoes.
It also means we can get on with the mountain of washing lurking in all our bags, and get the last of the sand out of all those hard to reach places.
It is also a time for reflection we think. To think about the holiday we just had and putting into practice the things we vowed to change whilst away, some of which we might even keep up though let’s fact many of them we won’t. I WILL eat more fish. I WILL visit the seaside in England more often. We WILL have family card game nights more often. We WILL have a evening with no TV. We won’t, of course, but there is a certain pleasure to be taken from having those plans and ideas.
We can also start thinking about the next trip away maybe. Do we want to go back there? Or not that hotel or resort, but maybe the one up the road because we definitely want to go to our new favourite bar again.
There is an excitement about being reunited with pets that have been well looked after by friends or family, or even the local boarding kennels. The look on their little faces when they see us is always priceless isnt it? Dogs tails wagging ferociously, faces licked, heads buried deep in their fur as we get reacquainted with their smell.
Handing out souvenirs and post cards not sent (“well we would have been home before you got it”) as a sign to our loved ones that we were thinking about them, new fridge magnets stuck on the fridge. A new bottle of spirit for the drinks cabinet that was our favourite on holiday but now we are back home it really won’t taste the same and we will wonder what on earth we loved about it in the first place.
Our own bed. Being away is fabulous but coming home and falling into our own bed has to be the best end to any holiday.