That's what I'll be thinking as I drive away from home in a few days. Its bad to start a vacation already wanting to come home! I like home. I really do. And I'll have a good time on vacation, visiting my parents and indulging in "real" shopping. Meaning, it won't be a two hour drive to a city with a mall :) And I'll get my hair-cut, and get to see the relatives, and play with my new cell-phone. (Its SO over-the-top pretty! And my husband made it's ring-tone is TheBabyElephantWalk, which is SO me, and its the very best color of burgendy, and its a gift from my husband who feels bad that he won't be going on my little adventure because he has work committments here, and did I mention its really really pretty?) The kids will enjoy camping with Uncle and fishing with Papa and playing with cousins and picking flowers with Nana. I will enjoy sleeping late on purpose. Still, I look forward to being home in two weeks. And moving the week after that :) Or, moving two weeks after that, or moving THREE weeks after that, but definitely moving sooner rather than later. And when I get in that "home"? I am NEVER going on vacation again! (*sigh* knowing full well this won't be the last vacation) So, I'll see you April 4th :)