If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

Home. I’d go home.

But where is home? Is that where your bed is? Is the home where the heart is like they say? It’s my home. My house. And the place I can curl up in bed and just be at peace.

It’s the place I keep my books and where I work at my desk. It’s got my coffee pot sitting waiting there for when I return. I wait patiently for the reunion of me and my moka pot.

I miss my big comfy bed and my warm shower. Nothing is ever quite the same as your home. But I am glad to be traveling. I am glad for the new experiences and the new perspectives. I’ve learned so much in my time away from home. I’ll take these memories and moments with me. I’ll learn and do better. I’ll grow into a better me.

So thanks for the moments that taught me how to be my best self. But I cannot wait to be in my own bed in my room with my books and my lovely moka.