I miss home, but this place slowly becoming part of me too

At first, it felt like I had just gone away to boarding school. Everything here felt foreign to me. Adjusting to new places, new weather, and new ways of socialising. 

I was deeply homesick. I wanted to go back home so badly, but with COVID and everything else happening at the time, it wasn’t easy.

Day by day, I slowly learned to let go of the things I couldn’t control. I stopped forcing everything and just learned to go with the flow, hoping better days would eventually come.

Somehow, the roads that once felt confusing slowly became familiar to me. The grocery stores didn’t feel so foreign anymore, and even the cold weather that I used to complain about all the time started feeling a little more normal.

Then somewhere along the way, this place slowly stopped feeling temporary.

I became a mom here.
I created routines here.
I cried here.
I healed here.

And maybe without realising it, little pieces of me started growing roots here too.

Maybe that’s why this place slowly became part of me too.

Through small routines, familiar roads, warm coffee in the morning, random grocery trips, quiet nights with my little family, and moments that slowly stopped feeling foreign.

Little by little, this place started holding pieces of my life too.

I used to think home was only the place I came from. But now I think home can also be the place where you slowly grow into another version of yourself.

Home is in me.
Home is where my husband and my baby are.

d.g✨