For days, I had been loudly declaring my longing for home. In my mind, home was rest  long hours of sleep, quiet mornings, and the kind of peace only familiarity gives 😴.

When I finally arrived, reality introduced itself quickly. Home, it turns out, is no longer just home. It is a space of responsibilities, voices calling at once, and a long list of “house chorus” waiting patiently to be sorted out 😅.

The rest I carefully planned for yesterday never quite happened. Not because I didn’t want it, but because adulthood followed me home and settled comfortably on the couch.

Somewhere between love and exhaustion, I realized that even the place we run to for rest sometimes asks us to show up before we can lie down 🥺.

Perhaps the real solution is simpler than expected  a mini vacation. A day spent away from work, house chorus, and family responsibilities. Just rest, without explanations, and peace without interruptions.