Missing home today. Perhaps missing the *comforts* of home. Living out of a car or a backpack with a different roof or different sky over my head every night, constantly misplacing things, not having a set routine... it wears me down after awhile.
These things are a small price to pay for the beauty and adventure that unfolds every day. But it’s a price being paid nonetheless.
But as a friend reminded me, this is all part of the experience. You learn to appreciate the things you have.