Home comforts via /r/gratitude

All my life I've loved when I get to stay at a hotel. I would look forward to it and it would be like a vacation retreat. We're visiting family for Christmas and got to the hotel last night. And I already miss my comfy home. I'm counting the days until I get to be back there. I don't know, maybe it's because I'm older now, but being home feels like the vacation retreat. I'm grateful to be at a nice hotel and still missing home because my home is my retreat now. I'm grateful for this realization.