A little from column A, a bit from column B...
I kind of love the moments before embarking on a trip when you start to put your things in order. The cat is fed, the dishes are drying in the sink, the lights are out and the doors are sealed up tight. I think I like the uncertainty of returning, that maybe this will be the last I see of this place, and I want everything to be just so. Maybe its nothing as morbid as all that, and I just like being able to leave these things behind me to find adventure in the unknown.