The Secret Life of Bebe

Did I ever mention how much I love to travel?   I love every part of it.

I love deciding what to take – making mental lists of outfits to pack, maximising the mix-and-match top and bottom options.

I love the throwing everything in a suitcase and zipping it closed emphatically.

I love the feeling of adventure as I say ‘See ya!’ to home and start putting myself into the place I’m going.

I love checking in, dropping my bags, zooming for my gate (I don’t especially love the security bit, but it’s all part of the deal).

I love settling into my seat. Airplane mode, check. iPad iPhone magazine drink bottle, check, check check, check.

I love take offs, landings, and the bits in between.

I love arriving at my new place, jumping in a cab or onto a train, figuring out how to get there.

And I especially love hotel rooms (I told you about this already, remember?).

And then I love packing up and moving out. Heading home. Winging my way back to my family, who are always happy to see me and to hear about my adventures.

Going away makes me love coming home.