Home; Not Home

Today felt homely in many ways. Yet, it still remained distinctly different. Not in bad ways. Just fascinating, colourful ways.

For the first time since Boxing Day—well, the second, actually, not forgetting our night with Mika in Tokyo that started it all—we stayed in a real home. A lived-in space of memories, hospitality, and comforting personal touch. With family. Such a blessing. An enormous breath of fresh air; a deep exhale.

We started the day with Vegemite toast. Objectively, not a luxury in the slightest, but it sure felt like one.