What is it with me and insomnia?? I've been on "vacation" for the better part of a week now, and have had a blast visiting with family and friends. My accommodations each night have been more than comfortable. The time change works in my favor. I've been chasing after my kidlets, helped host an amazing baby shower, and was reunited with my sweet hubby after he joined us here last night.

I should be (and am) exhausted.

But I'm not sleeping for squat.

I think it comes down to this. While time away is lovely, it's not home. Not my bed, not my house, not my computer (I'm having issues with remote webmail retrieval, grrrr....). I'm missing the creature comforts of being in my own space.

My life is kind of like that as well. It is full of excitement and joy, awesome people who love me, but it's not my home. I'm a stranger and alien here, and as exciting and exhausting as the journey may be, rest isn't going to come until the temporary is replaced by the eternal. It's enough to make me homesick.

The lyrics to my favorite (old!) 4Him song go like this:

I'll see you when I get home,in the sweet bye and bye.
We'll walk along the streets of gold with angels by our side.
And time will have no meaning there, in a land of no good-byes.
It's good to know...I'll see you,
When I get home.

It's a nice thought this Fathers' Day morning.

And, Dad, I'll see you when I get home.