Ahhhhh, 'tis the last day . . .
There's anticipation on both ends
of the stick, but the feelings are
somehow different. At first, you
can hardly wait to get the hell out
of town! Yet, just a few days later,
you're looking forward to heading
home . . . to getting home.
Same with the trip leaving town
and the trip going home. Same
distance, same anticipation,
Same! SAME!! S A M E !!! Yet
different. Nothing in this world
quite like those pesky feelings.
Finally getting home, it's less
fun unpacking from the trip than
packing for the trip. To and fro,
getting everything into the house.
Getting the washer going, putting
things away, getting mud from
the rain everywhere, sweeping
up, and fussing over who gets
the shower first.
Once sacked out and snacking
(too tired to cook, then comes
the review . . . Getting caught
up with family, shooting arrows
with the new bow, sitting by the
fire telling tales out of school.
Eating all those fun high-cal
snacks, the hugs and embrace.
Rather makes you all excited
for the next trip all over again!
likes me some camping
loves me my family time
needs me go again
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