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They say the worst part about a vacation is coming home. I only partially agree with that theory. I love sleeping in my own bed. and cuddling my cat, dogs, and bunny slightly compensates for not being in Belgium eating a waffle for breakfast. But this summer, my homecoming was almost a complete disaster. I say almost because, thanks to my smart home, I at least had a heads-up about what awaited me.
It started on the tarmac at Atlanta’s…
