I just got home from an overnight trip to the beach. While it's always enjoyable to be near the sea and walk on sand, I'm happy to be back home.
It's exhausting, even when you book a king suite room and sleep for 7 hours on a huge bed with the coziest blankets. Even when you spend most of the time just lying down and listening to the waves or walking on the shore leisurely. Even when you're not the one driving for hours,
In all my trips, it always felt good to be back home.
And I realized: I'm lucky that I feel that. It means I have a healthy home—a home that gives me rest. A home I can keep coming back to.