There is nothing like that feeling of coming home. It’s good to get away, but home is home.
Those were my mom’s sentiments Friday morning as she unwound from her journey from Las Cruces to Nara Visa.
My parents, Virginia Garcia and Ralph Garcia, had gone to visit my sister Nicole Garcia for four days.
They even took their dog Krisko, a dachshund, along for the trip.
Imagine how it looked as I wished them a good trip before their departure -- Mom and Dad sitting up front, then this nose and tongue sticking out from the back seat.
My sister was kind enough to send me pictures of Krisko as he relaxed at her home.
Well they were gone for four days, they said they had a great time though it was good to get home.
“It’s a long road,” Mom said. “Though you begin to recognize the surroundings and you get excited ’cause you’re almost home.”
That got me to thinking about how many times I’ve had that exact same feeling when I was driving back home from a road trip.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it. We spend so much time wanting to be somewhere else only to be relieved once we’re home.
I know it is cliché, though it would seem Dorothy was right: “There is no place like home.”
(Thomas Garcia is the senior writer at the Quay County Sun. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org)