In the huge tome of a travel book called "The Lord of the Rings", everyone who is alive at the end gets to go home. For some, home is The Shire, from where the story starts. The men and the Ents find their homes in various other parts of Middle Earth. But Tolkein places this story at the end of a much larger one. In that larger story, Middle Earth is not the home of the elves, or wizards. But, at the end, the elves and the wizard also go home, and with them go Frodo and Bilbo.
At the end of each year, as travel and work get more and more hectic, I feel like I am caught up in the manic end-game of the story of the rings. I look forward to the end of the journey, and spending the last week of the year at home. But that is still a couple of weeks and two journeys away. At the moment I’m just happy to be home for a weekend: eating curry and chapati, brewing my favourite tea.
I’m far from being an epic hero; I’m not even an extra in the background of an epic. But, one part of me speaks to the other in Sam’s words "But, I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done." The other answers using Frodo’s words "So I thought too."
Don't hold your breath 