It's Quiet Here

Quiet.
I never really noticed just how quiet our house is. And it's spacious -- not spacious as in big and spread out, but spacious as in open and plenty of room for the two of us. Even the sound of the traffic from the highway not far away is muted.

Maybe it takes traveling and getting away from the peace and comfort of home to really appreciate it. I really did enjoy our time with the kids in Puerto Vallarta. I enjoyed being close enough to walk everywhere we needed to go -- beach, restaurants, grocery store, laundry, shopping--all within 6-700m (less than a half mile).
It's hard to think that in the distance it takes us to walk the length of our rural country drive past the twenty homes that line both sides and back home, they can walk to spend an evening on the beach, then go to their favorite brewery for drinks and dinner, and stop at the store on their way back home. They'll pass numerous hotels, restaurants, businesses, shops, and homes, and encounter hundreds of tourists, local residents, and business owners. They'll experience the sights and smells of the restaurants as they weave through the seating set up on the sidewalks or make their way past the line of people waiting to get a taco at Pancho's Takos (definitely worth the wait!). Oh, and don't forget the ocean!
On our quiet street, we might encounter a neighbor or two as we stroll along, and we are more likely to hear a distant coyote pack or the cry of a circling hawk than we are to hear taxis beeping, music playing, or other people in conversation.

I like traveling.
And I certainly love visiting our kids.
But coming home is nice, too.
It is simple, but it is more than enough.
It's home.

John