Back home tonight, and nothing feels quite like your own bed. Travel is energizing, but the comfort of familiar routines is a different kind of relief. There’s a quiet satisfaction in knowing where everything is, how the room feels, and that sleep won’t be interrupted by checkout times or transit.
The trip was full—weddings, islands, and a lot of movement—so the return feels like a gentle reset rather than an abrupt stop. It’s the kind of fatigue that comes with good days and long conversations, not just long flights.
I’m looking forward to getting back to a steady work rhythm from tomorrow. The reset starts with sleep, then a clean calendar and a clear head. There’s something grounding about predictable work blocks after a week of constant motion.