My poor car’s become a 2nd home. By the way, having a 2nd home is not what it’s cracked up to be.
While I love to travel, there’s nothing better than waking up in my own bed. What a disappointment at my return when no fairy had been to my house to unpack moving boxes. In fact, I’d swear those boxes multiplied in my absence.
I was blessed with great traveling partners on a couple of my trips, making it much more fun…. unless the travel partner is hairy and meows the whole time we are in the car. His name is Captain Hook. He’s decided he’s a one-home type of guy, thank goodness.