You Never Have a Sense of Home Until You Leave
What grounds you when you step away from the familiar?
It’s strange how “home” never feels like much until you’re away from it.
I’ve been “vacationing” for the last 10 days.
At first, the disconnect was nice—sunny days, quiet mornings, no pressure. But as the second week rolled in, something shifted. My mind began to itch for more than just lounging by the pool or flipping through another book.
Being away has been a necessary reset.
Cutting off the world for a while has its value. But after a certain point, I realized that simply “chilling” wasn’t enough.
There’s a deeper need for purpose—something bigger than a tan, a sun bed, and a good book to feel fully alive.
I started to miss the drive that shapes my days when I’m working.
I started to miss the purpose.
I started to miss home.
Home isn’t just a place; it’s that feeling of being grounded, knowing why you’re waking up and what you’re working toward.
When you're in it, it’s just background noise. The comfort is so woven into your routine that you stop noticing it.
Sometimes, you have to leave home to appreciate what truly gives you a sense of belonging. For me, it’s not just a place—it’s the daily momentum, the work that makes each day feel meaningful.
It’s the paradox of growth: to find your footing, you have to leave the ground.
So, what grounds you when you step away from the familiar?