The journey's the thing

They (whoever 'they' are) say the journey's the thing, not necessarily the destination. I wasn't completely convinced about this when I was studying for a Bachelor of Ministry and it took 10 years part time. I loved the lectures and tutorials and the conversations and the readings, but I really really wanted to have that piece of paper that said I'd finished and even a photo in a gown and funny hat to show that I'd graduated.
But the last few days as we travelled I thought about this again. I don't like to go away. I love being home. But we needed a break and thought it might be nice to see Katoomba in the Blue Mountains as we had spent just an hour or so there once seventeen years ago on our way through after travelling to Sydney for the weekend for a wedding.
I was feeling a bit snowed under, so said to the Dear Man, 'You decide where to go and I'll come with you.' You see, I'm not that good at scenery, I quite like historical stuff but I'd just as soon read a book. But I do like being together with no distractions. (Well maybe a phone call or text message here and there.)
So we've been travelling. Talking to each other, reading out loud from favourite books (THE book and others) and stopping to eat and get coffee - free thanks to some vouchers given to us, which makes it heaps  more fun.
The days have been long but OK and the journey satisfying. However I do like it when we stop and set up camp (not literally, people. You should know be better than that. Not camping, but in cabins or similar.) Then we draw the blinds, eat, read, check emails if we feel like it and sleep in our own little cocoon. So while the journey is appreciated so is the destination  - with the best one of all being home.