i missed my warm bed with my weighted blanket
and the dog that sleeps there to keep me company
(only to take advantage of the warm bed)

i languish in the feel of my hands on the wheel
and the worn-out leather seats in my own car
(though the rental was very nice for a week)

i haul all my bags inside with brute force
and gently unload the overpacked backpack
(was it work if you enjoyed it?)

i feel wood under my elbows from my desk rubbing them raw
and smell the varnish and pen ink that goes with that
(the bed-writing was calming for a while)

i don’t really mind the dirt on my feet
and the feel of sand has been wiped clean
(although it was easier to get off than the new thing)

i have officially arrived home
and the 12-hour drive was actually worth it
(and hey! you returned!)