The day began with intention, there was a lot to accomplish in a short space of time. My sisters and I spent the morning tending to matters related to our late Ma’s estate, visiting banks, gathering documentation, navigating the quiet complexities that come with closing chapters while still holding them close. It’s a process that asks for patience, clarity, and emotional strength. And I’m grateful I didn’t have to walk it alone.
Being home is always busy. There’s movement in every corner, tasks to complete, conversations to hold, memories to revisit. But in the midst of the chaos, there’s a deep sense of belonging. A comfort in knowing that I’m surrounded by people who understand, who support, and who show up. That kind of presence is something I never take for granted.
This week at home has been soul-enriching. It’s reminded me of the importance of pausing, of reconnecting, of allowing myself to be held. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until I was in it, until the laughter, the shared meals, and the quiet moments filled the spaces I hadn’t noticed were empty.
Yes, there’s a lot waiting for me when I return, projects, responsibilities, goals still unfolding. But this time with family was part of the process too. It was healing. It was grounding. And it was necessary.
~Nerusha
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