After a 13 hour flight, and 2 airports, home is the absolute best place to be. The familiar rooms, the sense of belonging, and most importantly your own bed and shower. I was talking to a friend recently who said home is where your ‘stuff’ is , and somehow there is a lot of truth in that. We nest like birds and eventually the the twigs we collect along the way become our comfort, our security, and our home.
photo: a leftover Christmas decoration on the window looking out at the skyline of Shanghai