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Home Sweet Home

September 28th, 2008 Posted in being

When Dave and I were on our honeymoon in the Yucatan peninsula in Mexico last November, we saw on television a commercial for a vacation in White Rock, BC. We thought that was so hilarious, since that was where we live and came from! We had to travel all those thousands of miles, almost halfway around the world and into an entirely new country with a different spoken language, just to find that people there were coveting to come to where we were. Isn’t it funny how the grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence? We laughed at that, and joked that we could’ve stayed home for our honeymoon and told everyone we went to “White Rock, BC” for our honeymoon. Heh.

Dave and I don’t really like to travel. The airplane ride and the waiting in the airport and all that jumble crap give us a headache. We both wish there was a way to teleport to a place within seconds. It will come, just probably not in our lifetime, darn it. It’s the only thing that stops us from traveling more often! That, and we love home. We’re both homebodies. That’s probably why we get along so well. We can imagine staying in even the best las vegas hotels when we can just as likely stay in the comfort of our own home. Imagine that, eh? I guess we’re different than most people.

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