Routine

We survived our weekend in Maryland. Despite the Indian-inspired scent of our hotel room (and the flattest pillows you've ever slept on and uncomfortable mattress and the paper thin walls and...), we had a great time celebrating with Melissa and Jack. We also toured Annapolis on Saturday afternoon. Annapolis = cool town. The town is very European looking (it reminded me of Stratford-on-Avon - the town Shakespeare was born. Bill's aunt, uncle and cousin took us there when we visited them in London). It's on the water and has lots of cool little shops. I had never been there before, and hope to go back for a more extended time of exploration.

Maybe Bill and I will one day be able to get away for a weekend (ok, all you parents out there, stop snickering)...

Despite the good times and fun memories we made, I was surprised to find how happy I was to get home. Our little humble townhouse has already surpassed all of our previous homes. We've moved so much, it's hard to feel "at home" anywhere (which is why we long for the day of owning a home). This place has come the closest.

Last night when we pulled in our parking spot, I almost sighed. There is our home. With our stuff. And our comfortable mattress and our fluffy pillows. The house smells like us and not curry. There is something so great about being home.

I also was surprised to find how excited I was to be back to our routine. Being home all the time, I sometimes fantasize about getting away. Sometimes all I want is to get out and go to the store, so I'm not barricaded in all day! But after having Lucy away all weekend, I just wanted to be back to our familiar surroundings and craved the routine of our everyday. We both do so much better when we know what is coming. I guess there is something to be said for routine. It may be boring, but it's comforting.

So, we're back. We woke up at our normal time, fed, ate, played, and now Lucy is down for a nap. Right on cue, she fell asleep, I got my coffee, and planted myself in front of my computer while I sipped away at my warm caffine-filled wonder drink. It looks like the same day I've had each day since Lucy has been born...

...and I like it that way.