Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Five Things

My husband is a salesman. When he has a particularly good year, he wins a trip. So, last week, he and I got to go to a dream vacation in Palm Beach, Florida. We stayed at a swanky hotel, swam in the ocean, went to fancy company dinners, and generally had a great time making new friends and sipping out of drinks with umbrellas in them.
Amazingly enough, we were both just as excited to come home as we were to leave. Why? There’s just some things I like and miss when I'm not at home. Of course I missed my kids and weiner dog….but I’m talking little things, here.

Here are five things I like and grow to count on having every day…
1) Ocean Spray cran-raspberry juice. There’s something about this juice that wakes me up every morning.
2) Water dispenser. I drink a bunch of water…a lot of it hot. Carrying around a water bottle never seems to do the job.
3) Flannel pillow cases. Summer or winter, I’m a flannel girl—at least for my head.
4) A good reading light next to my bed.
5) My ugly black Birkenstocks. They’re ten years’ old, worn out and not near pretty enough for the public eye, but boy do they make my feet feel good.

Anyone else want to name a few comforts of home that are always missed?

Shelley

11 comments:

Ivette said...

Well last year I went to my uncle's house in Flordia for a week. I went to my mother's aunt's house in Orlando to visit the Universal Studios park. I spent a lovely week having fun and spending time with my family and playing with my younger cousins. But onces I got off the plane and finally got into my apartment I was so relieved I was home. I missed sleeping in my bed every night and watching TV whenever I wanted. I missed my computer where I could listen to my music as loud as I want and just to sit on my bed reading my books without interruptions. I have a few more but I'll leave it at that for now and let someone else comment.

Shelley Galloway said...

Boy, those are great things! You're right about how nice it is to have control of the television! And, it's always nice to be back in my own bed.

Shelley

Ivette said...

Oh, and being able to use the bathroom whenever you want without having to worry that other people maybe be waiting to use the bathroom too. I had to share the only shower in the house with 5 other people and it was very hectic and I was glad when I got home. Oh, and being able to eat whatever you want and whenever you want to eat it. I had to eat whatever they had at my uncle's house and they are not very good at picking food that is to my taste. I was relieved to finally get to my home and eat my favorite bowl of cereal with white toast instead of that weird whole wheat toast they had.

Ellen said...

I miss my own bed, being able to watch what I want on TV or read undisturbed, and eat when and what I want. However most of the time I travel alone and I can do what I want when I want and then I only miss my own bed and the computer. And hotel breakfast is not usually what I want either.

Estella said...

I am always ready to come home to my own bed.

Heather Webber said...

I always miss my featherbed, my email, and the general sense of safety and security home provides.

Glad you had an awesome trip!

Shelley Galloway said...

Oh! Email! I miss email, too, when I'm gone. : ) And Ellen, I hear what you're saying about eating. I snack all day while I'm writing. It's so hard when we go to conferences and have 3 big meals instead of lots of little ones.

Shelley

Trish Milburn said...

I'm with the others who said they miss their own bed. And I miss my TiVo. :)

Jennifer Faye said...

I like to go away, but I always love to come home and be surrounded by all the things I love. I can never decide if I'm more excited when I leave or when I'm headed home to my own shower and bed. LOL.

Lee McKenzie said...

I'm a homebody and I especially love my morning routine, which always begins with me in my bathrobe enjoying a leisurely cup of coffee. Hotel restaurants seem to frown on that sort of thing ;)

Shelley Galloway said...

Lee, your note made me smile. We only had enough coffee for one measly cup of coffee in our hotel room. While my husband slept I sat in my robe with the room service menu open. Only the crazy surcharge stopped me from ordering a full carafe up to my room. I ended up going down to the beautiful lobby in sweats...anything for more coffee!