...because I love to feel the Homecoming.
My husband taught me the art of traveling well. Not the act of moving from place to place; I'd done that on my own many times, in various modes...but the skill of mastering logistics- with the outcome of a more-appreciated venture- that I owe to him.
I pack lighter.
I tend toward local venues instead of chain places I'd feel more familiar in.
I walk around new ground and engage with the old man with the handlebar mustache.
I take photos of the wall in the restaurant.
Some things my husband will never break me of...Like unpacking all my stuff into drawers and onto hangers.
But I have new concepts even for that. I only unpack if the stay is for more than one night. ;)
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