the joy of coming home is such a contradiction. i always want to come home so badly, i always feel out of sorts, out of my regular routine.
and then i get home, and i feel so put off by my house and needing to clean and the empty fridge and the laundry and the unpacking and the mail sorting, and i realize that i shouldn't be such a slave to my routines. i should revel in the different schedules i need to bow to while on the road and try to incorporate pieces into my day to day
xo
alyce
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