The night before I go

It's the night before the day I return to work up North. I am always somewhat unsettled around this time, as I transition from one life to another. I feel ill at ease.

This is just a simple shot of the kitchen at home - the room that so often ends up being the most used room of the house.

I struggle more and more with leaving every four weeks now. I like being home - no, I LOVE being home - for so many reasons. So for me this is a poignant reminder of what I leave, but also what I get to go back to in a couple of weeks.

May we always remember where our hearts truly are, and what is important in life. Did anyone go to the grave saying "I wish I'd spent more time at the office?"

I don't think so...