Now, the end is here, And so I face the final…

Highway.

Today, my mind has been full of songs, most with a home theme. 

As I sit here trying to put my thoughts into words, homeward bound is playing in the soundtrack of my head

Home, where my musics playing

Home, where my love lies waiting 

I wish I was…

And of course, the very Canadian child in me wouldn’t have a complete road trip without the littlest hobo showing up as well

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,

Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on

I love the highway, but I’m always so happy to be on it heading home, no matter how much I love travelling down it.

My traditional mode of transport is driving as many hours in a day as I can and getting the job done, but life since having children has meant slowing down. 

Forcing myself to be more considerate of others. 

Realizing that not everyone is fine with a fourteen hour drive and meals in the car. 

The kids were great, but they were even more relieved to get home than the adults were.

Tomorrow I’ll go to work, although not *technically* scheduled, it will save me work on Friday (I think!) Once again to save myself a hard day with a tight schedule, I’ll add an extra in to keep things lower stress. 

As I get ready for a long awaited sleep in my own bed I smile, and think of the hobo with the neckerchief;

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down, until tomorrow, the whole world is my home