To be home again...

I have been traveling quite a lot this past year, inside and outside the U.S., and I am just getting ready to leave again in a couple of days. Don't get me wrong, I love traveling... but I miss being home and doing the simplest things, even cooking or cleaning. I know, it's strange, but I do. However, this last trip is supposed to be half work, half play, so I am actually really looking forward to it. I hope it will go well. I am really trying not to raise my expectations because my eternal problem is unrealistic expectations followed by varying degrees of disappointment. I have been trying to live by Becker's motto: "No expectations, no disappointments." but it is nearly impossible. I am a dreamer and a planner and high expectations come with the package. So I am shooting for a middle ground right now, some expectations, but one of those expectations should be the unexpected and the fact that things do not always turn out the way we plan. I read this somewhere, and I wish I remembered who said it, but I believe it to be true: "Life is what happens while we are busy making other plans."