I’ve just recently returned from a week away visiting some of my immediate family and as I drove home yesterday, I realized I was so happy to be ‘coming home’. Like, I mean… that ‘indescribable happy and contentment feeling’ that encompasses your whole being and makes your heart twitter in a rhythmic thud.
Not that I didn’t thoroughly enjoy my trip and seeing my family (which was awesome … and I am not just saying that because my sister will be reading this!!!) but once I hit the road, all I could think about was ‘coming home’ and with a happy sigh I settled in for the long drive.
This may seem like a normal thing for people to be excited about and is most likely not an unfamiliar feeling for the majority of people. I have been away multiple times before, for extended periods, and ‘coming home’ was great but it didn’t quite have the same energy around it that it held for me yesterday.
I had an eight-hour drive to ponder this ‘coming home’ feeling of absolute pure contentment and the reasons why it seemed to be such a strong and profound pull when it had never been like that before.
So, I settled in to see what my magical (maniacal???) thoughts might come up with…
I soon realized that it wasn’t all about coming back to a physical space or place but more like the whole package of where I am on my life path at the moment. Things seem so ‘right’ and everything is ‘feeling good’.
It’s not that life is perfect. It is actually perfectly imperfect – like the wounded and misshapen avocados at Superstore! There are still daily challenges and moments that test my patience and belief systems. But it’s like I’ve reached a place where I feel more settled in myself, where I’m at peace with the choices I’ve made and where I’m heading.
Maybe it’s the result of learning to embrace the little joys, the subtle comforts, and those small victories that come with just being who I am, where I am.
And that realization, as I rolled down the highway, made me see that ‘coming home’ was really about coming back to that feeling of alignment, of being exactly where I’m meant to be right now. It’s about the sense that my life, my home, and my heart are all working together in a way they never quite have before. It’s about the gratitude that bubbles up when you feel like you’re growing roots in the life you’re building, even as you keep reaching toward new horizons.
Sometimes, we need the distance to remember what we love most about where we are. And sometimes, it’s in the act of leaving that we realize how much we’ve grown roots without even noticing.
So, maybe that’s why this time, it felt different. Maybe that’s why each familiar landmark on the drive home brought a deeper sense of calm, why the thought of turning into my little country lane filled me with so much joy. I’m not just coming home to a place. I’m coming home to a version of myself that feels good, that feels settled, that feels... happy.
And I think that’s the most beautiful kind of homecoming there is.
Plus, I had the happiest dog and husband to greet me with waggy tails (just the dog), smiles, hugs and cuddles – who wouldn’t be ecstatic to return to that kind of welcome! ❤️
Much love
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