I came to Czechia for a week. Just because I could and wanted and needed to.
Never before have I enjoyed all the little joys of coming back 'home' so much. ('home' because I stopped being sure what my home actually was a very long time ago) Like sleeping on a comfy mattress under nice, not-so-old-and-used sheets. Like having books and CDs and DVDs and magazines and what not. Like having your room designed by you entirely. Like cooking in a clean and equipped kitchen. Like buying cheap but nice food. Like going out and eating out and drinking wine in restaurants. Like meeting all your friends and family and catching up on everything. Like having someone else cooking for you. Like living in a place where you settled down. Like not being so stressed out and on your own in most situations, mostly.
But even though all this is extremely comforting and/or comfortable, I know I would never manage to live like this forever. I just can't.