I love staying in when it's raining. It feels so homey, and safe.
No matter how heavy the rain is out there, no matter how strong the wind is, you're shielded.
That's the thing about being at home. You always feel loved and protected.
I dread thinking about going back to Melbourne alone, I dread thinking about bracing the rain and wind on my own, I dread thinking about doing everything by myself.
I sat by the window with my laptop and a cup of tea, watching and listening to the rain. The sound of rain drops dancing on leaves brought me back to those days when I knew of no real worries in life, when a good book from the school library could keep me excited for a whole afternoon.
Then I fell asleep. In the dreams, I grew up.
I started traveling, I started living a life away from the little town, I started to drift further and further away from home. I had forgotten how easy and comfortable it is to just be at home, to be with the family who loves me unconditionally.
And I forgot how to be happy.
I woke up to the sound of mum calling me to have lunch.
And just like that, I was home again.