There is always a point near the end of a long trip when my brain starts doing something a little strange.

I’m still enjoying the trip.

I’m still looking forward to whatever we have left to see.

I’m definitely not wishing the vacation away.

But somewhere in the back of my mind, I start thinking about my bed.

Then my shower.

Then my couch.

And suddenly, all the completely ordinary things I barely thought about before we left start sounding absolutely wonderful.

For someone who loves traveling as much as I do, I also really love coming home.

And I don’t think those two things contradict each other at all.

At the Beginning of a Trip, Home Is the Last Thing on My Mind

When we first leave, I’m ready to go.

The vehicle is packed.

The dogs are loaded.

We have snacks, drinks and entirely too many miles ahead of us.

And I’m excited.

There’s something about pulling away from home at the beginning of a trip that I love.

For the next however many days, regular life is somewhere behind us.

We’re going somewhere.

There are new roads ahead.

New places.

Things we’ve been planning and talking about finally becoming real.

At that point, I am definitely not thinking:

You know what I really miss? My washing machine.

Give it time.

Then You Start Living Out of Bags

At first, luggage is organized.

Everything has a place.

You know exactly where you packed everything.

Then the trip happens.

A shirt gets worn.

Something gets moved.

A bag doesn’t get completely repacked.

You need one thing from the bottom, so everything on top comes out.

Dirty clothes start accumulating.

Something that was definitely in this bag is somehow no longer in this bag.

And by the end of a long road trip, I am very ready to stop carrying my belongings from place to place.

There is something wonderful about walking into my house and realizing:

I don’t have to pack this stuff again tomorrow.

My Own Bed Starts Sounding Like a Five-Star Resort

I can sleep perfectly well in hotels.

Sometimes I sleep really well.

But eventually I want my bed.

My pillow.

My blankets.

My side.

The exact temperature I like.

The familiar sounds of home.

There’s no wondering whether the mattress will be comfortable.

No unfamiliar light.

No hallway noise.

No figuring out where to plug everything in.

It’s just my bed.

The same bed that seemed completely ordinary before we left suddenly sounds like the greatest accommodation money can’t buy.

Apparently one of my favorite travel luxuries is the one I left at home.

And Then There’s Your Own Shower

This deserves its own section.

Hotel showers can be completely fine.

They can also be an adventure.

Water pressure.

Water temperature.

Shower heads positioned for people approximately seven feet tall.

Curtains that have absolutely no interest in keeping the water inside the shower.

Trying to figure out which direction makes the water hotter before you accidentally freeze or burn yourself.

After enough nights away, I don’t want to learn another shower.

I want mine.

I know how it works.

I know where everything is.

I know the water pressure.

Nobody has folded the towels into anything impressive.

And I couldn’t care less.

I Miss Knowing Where Everything Is

This might be one of the things I appreciate most when we get home.

I know where the bathroom is.

I know where the coffee is.

I know where the charger is.

I know where the extra toilet paper is.

I know where my clothes are.

I don’t need to remember which pocket I put something in or which bag got carried inside.

Travel requires a surprising number of tiny decisions.

Where did we put this?

What are we doing with that?

What do we need to bring inside tonight?

What stays in the vehicle?

Where are the room keys?

Did we pack everything?

At home, so much of that happens automatically.

I don’t appreciate how relaxing that is until I’ve spent a few weeks without it.

Eating at Home Starts Sounding Really Good Too

I love eating out when we travel.

I love trying places we don’t have at home.

And I absolutely appreciate not having to cook.

But eventually there comes a point when I don’t want to look at another menu.

I don’t want to decide where to eat.

I don’t want to figure out what’s open.

I don’t want to ask what everyone wants.

I just want normal food.

Something from my own refrigerator.

Something that doesn’t come with fries.

Something I don’t have to tip anyone for.

After weeks of eating on the road, even the most boring meal at home can taste pretty wonderful.

The Dogs Know We’re Home Too

I think this is one of my favorite parts.

The dogs travel with us, so they’re part of all the adventure.

They learn new hotel rooms.

They explore new places.

They sniff approximately every square inch of America we allow them access to.

But they know home.

They know their yard.

They know where the water is.

They know where they’re supposed to sleep.

They know the routine.

And watching them settle back into everything familiar makes home feel even more like home.

For all the places we take them, I think they’re pretty happy when the traveling part is over too.

Unpacking Is Still Terrible

I don’t want to romanticize this too much.

Coming home also means unloading the vehicle.

Dragging everything inside.

Looking at a pile of luggage and realizing every single thing in it now needs to be dealt with.

And laundry.

So much laundry.

There is always a brief moment when I consider whether we could simply leave everything packed until the next trip.

Apparently society frowns on that.

Coming home isn’t glamorous either.

But even the chores feel different when I know we’re staying put for a while.

There’s a Moment When Everything Settles

This is the part I really love.

The vehicle is finally empty.

The dogs have settled down.

The important things have been unpacked.

I’ve taken a shower.

We’re home.

And suddenly there is nowhere else we need to drive.

No hotel to find.

No bags to repack.

No alarm because we need to get on the road.

No wondering what tomorrow’s weather is going to do to the plan.

The trip is over.

There’s always a little sadness in that.

But there’s also relief.

A really good kind of relief.

I Think Travel Makes Me Appreciate Home More

Maybe that’s one of the unexpected things I love about leaving.

Home can become so ordinary when you’re in it every day.

I don’t walk through my house thinking about how wonderful it is to know where the bathroom is.

I don’t climb into bed every night overwhelmed with gratitude that I know exactly how comfortable the mattress is.

I don’t usually stand in my shower appreciating the water pressure.

They’re just normal things.

Until I leave them for a while.

Travel has a way of making ordinary things noticeable again.

The things that felt boring before the trip suddenly feel familiar.

Easy.

Comfortable.

Mine.

Wanting to Come Home Doesn’t Mean I Wanted the Trip to End

I think those feelings can exist together.

I can wish we had another week.

And want my bed.

I can be sad that we’re leaving a place.

And be excited when the GPS finally shows we’re only an hour from home.

I can love being away.

And love pulling into our own driveway.

One doesn’t cancel out the other.

If anything, I think they’re connected.

I love leaving because I know I’ll eventually come home.

And I appreciate home more because I leave it.

Maybe Coming Home Is a Travel Luxury Too

We’ve spent this whole series talking about the things that feel luxurious to me when we travel.

Comfort.

Time.

Quiet.

Convenience.

The things worth paying a little more for.

None of them have much to do with traditional luxury.

And maybe that’s why coming home belongs on the list too.

Because after enough nights away, luxury starts looking a lot less like an expensive hotel.

It looks like my own bed.

My own shower.

My own couch.

Food from my own kitchen.

Dogs who know exactly where they are.

And waking up the next morning knowing I don’t have to pack a single thing.

Maybe travel doesn’t just show us what feels luxurious away from home.

Sometimes it reminds us how many little luxuries were waiting for us at home all along.

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Keep Reading

What Actually Makes Travel More Comfortable?
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The Luxury of Having Nowhere to Be
Waking up and realizing there’s no alarm, reservation or schedule waiting for me has become one of my favorite feelings on vacation.

The Part of Vacation Nobody Puts in the Pictures
The beautiful views are real—but so are the dirty clothes, gas stations, tired feet and all the ordinary life happening between them.

The Older I Get, the More I Appreciate Quiet When I Travel
I still love exploring, but I’ve also learned how much I enjoy the quiet moments when there’s nothing else I need to be doing.

What Is Worth Paying More for When You Travel?
I don’t think spending more automatically makes a trip better. What matters to me is whether the extra money actually solves a problem or gives us something we value.

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☕ Comfort Corner

Maybe the best sign that something has earned a place in my travels is that I’m happy to pack it when we leave—and equally happy to unpack it when we get home.

My Merrell Shoes
These have been through plenty of travel days with me. Comfortable shoes make exploring easier, but taking them off after the final drive home feels pretty good too.

My Owala Water Bottle
Mine spends plenty of time in the vehicle with us, but it’s also something I use in regular life. I like travel things that don’t have to wait in a closet for the next vacation.

My Fire Tablet
I use it during quiet evenings away, and I’m just as happy using it from my own couch when we get home.

My Weighted Eye Mask
It helps me sleep when we’re away, but there’s still something about that first night back in my own bed that no travel product can duplicate.

Find all of my travel favorites in one place.

You can browse my Travel Comfort & Style Amazon Storefront to see more of the things I actually use when I travel.

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Affiliate Disclosure: Some of the links above are affiliate links. That means if you choose to make a purchase, I may earn a small commission at no extra cost to you. I only recommend products I personally use and genuinely believe make travel more comfortable. If it hasn’t earned a place in my travels, you won’t find it here.

Travel isn’t about having the perfect gear. It’s about finding the little things that help you enjoy the journey a little more. These are mine.