After a month away, eighteen hours of traveling and two September 5ths in a row, I am at home in my bed. There is something about coming home that I will always relish, as much as I’ve forced myself to adapt to the constant motion of my life, I am at heart a homebody. For a long time I didn’t have a place to come back to where I could walk through the front door and literally sigh a breath of relief and contentment. I have that now, an undeniable sense of belonging and well, home. I’m happy to have found a balance between the nonstop commotion and a place where I can feel like this, where I can be still for at least a little bit.

Today’s a good day.

Talk soon,

S.