Homecoming King

The Pacific fog is sweaping across San Francisco this early Sunday morning. I've been home for 36 hours and enjoyed them liked childhood birthdays. I'm dead tired of living out of my suitcase and only having four shirts, two pants and two pair of shoes to choose from for over four weeks of work. Minimalism has never been my thing.

Sure, it's not the first time I've been on the road. But coming home felt different this time. It really felt like coming home to a place that you feel that you belong to and not longer just where you only lay your hat. It was a very grounded and comforting feeling. Whatever happens, my center of gravity is now my home and family and not my work. It answers all the questions in one about security, inclusion and future.

I dislike the expression "Settling down" because it sounds like you are giving up, settling for the second best and given up on the world, your passion and life. I'd prefer using "Settling in" - it's much less focused on the past, on growing roots and more on feeling comfortable and part of the community. And it doesn't necessarily only need to be a geographical community - a location-based settling in - but also a mental, a state-of-mindness that connects you with your world.

The marathon is over and I can now focus on the sprints and the occasional, sometimes accidental slacking. I'm back in the driver's seat so hold on to your knickers.