I love sleeping in a hotel bed. Niceties (though they forgot to stock our room). Taking taxis heedlessly (more this weekend in Pittsburgh than in 2 years). Seeing new places or the same places anew. Listening to accents & thinking about cultural differences.
I also love coming home, being met by my purring rubbing-up cat. Sitting in my own chair. Having food in the fridge instead of trying to figure out what & where & when to eat.