The hardest thing about returning from a vacation is unpacking the wrinkled clothes and then putting the suitcase away. I don't know why the last job of the vacation is the hardest, the suitcase. Maybe because it puts closure to the event. Packing is
exciting. making decisions on what to bring. Looking forward to the going, to the pleasure it brings in anticipation. Then you go, you wear the clothes or decide that next time you can leave most of the packed clothes at home. You get home with, in my case,
wrinkled clothes that I didn't even wear. Into the wash they go and I am left with an empty suitcase that has to be put away. It's over. That suitcase was the start of a vacation and putting it away just reminds me that my week with two daughters, a daughter
in law, and a Grandson ,is history. I can savor the time spent, the catching up, the funny stories ,the just sitting looking at the sky and clouds.And not even thinking about that empty suitcase sitting in the corner of the cabin . It was Just waiting to bring
me back to reality. Oh well, reality isn't so bad and I can look ahead to using the suitcase for the next adventure. The suitcase comes, but I have to rethink what I put into it.