There is something about traveling that just turns my life upside down for a few days once I get home. I have this bad habit of cleaning my house before I leave. I guess I like the feeling of walking into a clean house once I come back from a long trip.
However, big emphasis on the HOWEVER, this sweet peaceful feeling doesn't last long. As soon as the bags begin to open, my house turns into the latest episode of Hoarders.
The peaceful ambiance of "ahhhh I am home" has officially faded into a pile of dirty socks.