Coming home does not look the way we thought it would.
We imagined something more dramatic. A moment of arrival, clear and unmistakable. A before and after you could point to. The day everything lined up and you finally felt like yourself and you knew: this is it. This is what it was all for.
That is not how it works. Or at least, it is not how it works for most of us most of the time.
What actually happens is quieter. The pace that was never really yours starts to feel negotiable. The room you always walked past starts to feel like it might actually be for you. The version of your day that fits, that does not require you to be someone slightly different from who you are, starts to feel possible rather than theoretical.
Nothing dramatic happened. Life kept going at the speed it goes. You just stopped running alongside it at someone else's pace and started moving at yours. That is it. That is the whole thing.
It does not feel like arrival. It feels like a Tuesday. But it is the Tuesday where the life you are living starts to feel like yours.
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Inward. Onward. Go.
