you know when you come home

I visited my parents for an extended period last summer, and when I returned to my home and community life, I felt the oddest whispers of nostalgia as we were doing things that I thought I would remember forever.

But I developed this roll of film yesterday and found the photographs that I took over the past year, and I realised I'd forgotten so many of these moments.

I must be living a life where timeless has a new meaning, where moments that define home and hope and safety are becoming commonplace for me. There are still things I yearn for, and it is good to have dreams, but there is also such peace in knowing that there is home.