There is a certain comfort in...

…utensils stowed away safely in a drawer.

…bath towels draped over hooks.

…coffee percolating, the aroma greeting me in the hallway.

…the hint of detergent lingering on my clothes.

…rice bubbling in a pot on the stove.

…eating all of the produce before it goes bad.

…owning less.

…holding a conversation with five year-olds at the park, who wondered if I was from Sweden.

…being approached by a stranger asking me a question, and holding my own in Spanish.

...having someone else on this adventure with me.