Home Sweet Home

Our return trip to the U.S. was much shorter. We did have less stopovers.

Most of us were pretty tired. Even Pat. He stopped talking as much. We all got some rest on the flight home.

You know I love traveling. But I am always happy to come home.

People sometimes say that they travel to get away. I travel mostly to see new places and meet new people. It is always interesting to me to learn about different people and different places. 
Life is interesting.

However, there is no other place in the world I would rather live in than this good old U.S. and A. 
Believe me, this is the best place to be.

I know lot of people who are dis-satisfied about this and that and the other.

People complain about the government.
 
People complain about health care. 

People complain about the pot holes in the streets. 

People complain about minimum wages . . .

Of course, there are always things that are not to our liking. No one is perfect. No place is perfect. No government is perfect. Perfection is a perception, not a fact.

But -
Try to live in a place with no clean water.
Try to live in a place with no electricity.
Try to live in a place with no security.
Try to live in a place with no freedom.
Try to live in a place with no opportunities. 
No hope?

You will stop complaining.

I always have at least one room, or one corner of the room, that you can call your sanctuary. 
My home is my sanctuary.

Surround yourself with things you love and people you love. You would want to come Home to it always.