back away and back again

I am home... wippy wii wippy yee.... I suppose.... it's nice to leave home and go somewhere but after days spend in some other place strange feeling comes across and no matter how good or bad would you been doin' it feels like your place is calling you back... there is no softer bed than yours and no comfortable toilet than yours.... that goes with almost every single person and as for myself as you might know [nut if you didn't I am telling you know] I went to a camp and spend 7 days away from home and at the 4th day I had some kinda break down and were ready to do almost anything just to get back home... I even had a plan that I during the night could pack my tent and everything and run away no matter that the camp took place in a middle of nowhere I were ready to even walk my way home [no matter that the distance is more than 30 and maybe even 40 km] the only thing that held me back is that I had a room-mate [well actualy tent-mate as we were sleeping in tents] I didn't wanted to leave here tentless so I stayed.... tough most probably I could talk her into the escapeing mission but anywho.... but now I think gosh... that would be so awesome to just abandoned that place and go home and with this I mean that the going home itself [or the way we would get there] is the awesome part of it all.... should do something like that someday... I should.... I have always wanted to one day just leave what ever am I doing and go away like I could during the lesson stand up walk out of class and go to my country house or something like that.... marvelous in my head it seems indeed but I doupt that such covardly creature like me could ever do such thing.... a shame indeed a shame..... anywho the thing is [and I think any person who travels knows this] there is no place like home