It has been a week since I returned home after my travels, and life has slowly settled back into a familiar routine, almost like a comforting blanket enveloping me in its warmth. The experience of being away had unveiled new horizons and perspectives, imbuing my senses with the vibrancy of exploration and the thrill of discovery. Yet, despite the richness of those experiences, the charm of my own abode has provided a welcome relief, a refuge where I can breathe deeply and find solace. The rustic familiarity of my surroundings, from the creaking floorboards that sang with each step to the cozy scent of home-cooked meals wafting through the air, was a solace I had deeply missed during my time away. It’s remarkable how the little things—like the gentle flicker of candlelight in the evening or
