HOMECOMING

This is going to be a tough post to write not because I don't know how to but because I haven't ever been as overhwelmed while penning down my thoughts as I am right now.

I visited home, the place where Cooper and Muprhy reside (our beautiful doggos)! I revisited all the memories and gulped down gallons of nostalgia. The routine that's now 'theirs' was mine as well. I mean everything feels the same yet it's transient. It's the feeling of being 'home' and comprehending simultaneously, that this is no longer the destination.

Every time I step home and see the familiar (an understatement by all means) faces, something shifts in me. Sometimes its just denial, which hovers around disguised in the form of random and absurd ideas. I mean really, all this while, how mistaken I was about the definiton of home.

It's not a place, it's always, always the people (and the furry babies).

Often times, I cannot wrap my head around the fact that I now 'visit' my parents and not 'live' with them. I mean of course, I have two places to call 'home' now and both cannot be compared.

Homecoming...Does it get easier with time?

In a sense this post feels inadequate but its a reflection of the complexity of emotions that we must overcome from time to time in order to embrace a new reality!

Lots of love M