Home from Work
The last few months when I get home from work at the end of a day, I feel like it has been ages since I was home. It feels so wonderful to walk in the door, but I can’t remember what it felt like the last time I was there or when it was, even though I realize it was just that morning.
I guess I get so engrossed in getting through the day (school, home visits, meetings, paperwork, etc.) that by the time I’m home it’s like I’m getting back from the other side of the world.