Home is where the heart is.

But sometimes, home is where home is.

I have never missed my own space like this in my entire life. And that is almost 40 years.

I always wondered when people had heimweh. Now I know.

Traveling with a 2-month-old is way too young.

Staying elsewhere for 6 weeks is way too long.

It was way too early to take me out of my new routine when I have only started establishing it (at least the few days/weeks it lasts in such a young life).

I prepared. I nested. I created that tiny home for her. Now, I am not even using it for half of her life.

Being a new mama is adventurous enough. Adding too much “extra” newness at this stage is making me lose my mind.

And I knew it. I fucking knew it. Because I know myself.  Nearly 40 years after all.

Just look at Liv. Just look at Liv.  Just look at Liv. 

Or just look alive. For appearances.