These are some of the things I've been waiting so show you - photos from my last week at home. This was the first time I noticed that you can smell one of the rose bushes growing by the garage all the way to the porch. Marguerites had taken over the garden completely, which made it look mostly like a flower forest of some sort. We spend two days on pulling weeds, cutting roses and mostly relaxing on that porch with a cup of coffee, since Mom had just fell from a ladder and her ankle was badly hit.
Coming home has always been my ESC button. This time it made me forget completely about the tedious work that I am doing this summer (and that I'm not really any good at it), the fear I sometimes have of not knowing what I will end up doing one day and even Lisbon (which is something I mostly just look forward to, but sometimes I start to worry for nothing.)
I know these are only feelings I have occasionally, but it's so comforting to come back to a place like home, and knowing that this is the place I can go to that always resets me.