BEE'S BUZZES

Coming home

It’s been a little over a week since we arrived, and I still wake up every morning not quite believing that I’m really here.

Five years is a long time to be away from the place that raised you.

A lot changes in that time, neighborhoods look a little different, shops open and close, people grow older, kids grow taller. But what strikes me the most is how so much stays the same. The sound of my dad’s voice, the way my mom pours mate, the way my brother smiles. It’s all exactly as I remembered it.

Being home feels like flipping through an old photo album, but instead of looking at pictures, i am walking through them. The same sidewalk cracks, the same air. And now, I get to show it all to J. I get to say, “That’s where I went to school,” or “This is the park where i used to play” and watch him take it in like he’s stepping into my childhood.

There’s something healing about coming back. I’m reconnecting with the litte or younger me (i like to say the "OG" me). To hug my grandparents, to laugh with old friends, to sit at the table where we’ve told stories it’s comforting, It’s grounding.

I feel full of gratitude, joy, and the overwhelming gift of being surrounded by the people who know little me.

I don’t take this season for granted. I know what it’s like to miss birthdays, to say “I wish I could be there” too many times, to wonder if time apart will make things feel distant. But being here reminds me that love holds through everything.

So I’m holding it all close. The mate, the laughter, the late-night talks, even the chaos. It’s all part of home. And I’m so, so thankful to be here.

With love,

Bee's buzzes 🐝