I love to travel. The thought of exploring new destinations, meeting new people, trying new food fills me with excitement. I am so grateful that I got to visit so many places (22 countries at the last count), but no matter how much fun a trip has been, it's always great to be coming back home.
When the plane touches down, more often than not, I find myself listing the many different things I've missed and I start thinking when and how I'll get a taste of home again.
Do you feel the same way?