Today I am longing for home. I miss being able to wake up in my own bed, make tea in my own kitchen, and start the day feeling grounded in my own space. I miss having our own little nest.
While I know it will happen and it’s only a matter of time, today I am struggling with what is. Trying to manage disappointment about places that haven’t come through. Trying to remind myself that I still have choices.
And even with being displaced and the frustration about our next home not appearing soon enough, life continues. There is still work to be done, clients to see, writing to do. Despite how I am feeling, I still have to show up.
Maybe this is a good thing.