I have this love-hate relationship with staying home.

 

Between taking advantage of my home days by being extra productive and taking the same advantage by doing nothing, a lot of time gets lost with me sitting in the same spot at home, just overthinking in a loop of feeling down, sinking in silence.

 

Thinking about it, it turns out that this relationship is not with being home, but with having the time to think … or maybe not.

 

It's magical and tiring how the human brain can prove a thing and its opposite at the same time.

 

However,

dear home, thank you for containing me.