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It’s nice to go away, but good to return.

My parents live in a beautiful part of the country, but then so do we.

While away, I enjoy the comforts of my parents’ spacious pad, but then I recall that our little home is where our heart is.

I put off a visit for well over a year, fearing I’d be caught in another almighty traffic jam.

In the end, it just required better planning: to travel before the weekend and set off for home early on Sunday afternoon.

This time I came better prepared. Last time, I forgot my fleece and froze in the icy December drizzle.

This time I checked the weather forecast, postponed for a week, then brought my hat and winter clothes.

A leisurely weekend awaited me, away from the commotion of home. Pleasant surroundings, peace of mind. Half the family reunited.

But return, I must. Family responsibilities. Back to work. Back to our reality.

Our lad embraced me on my return, peeling himself away from his computer game. It was nice to feel loved.

I even heard they missed me.