herlucidlife

Mozying down the highway, making my way to see family. Pulling into the driveway to my aunt and uncle’s home, nostalgia came back. Seeing the changes in the area, something’s stay the same while others have changed. Lightly knocking on the back door, duffle bag in tow. My aunt opened the door, looking as cute as I remembered. Turning the corner, seeing my uncle, having lost weight due to a healthier lifestyle, he’s aged gracefully. 

Taking a walk with the family, the warm breeze brushing past my skin, ballooning my shirt. I’m home. It’s different being around people that have known me all my life while building a different kind of relationship in adulthood. Talking with my uncle, learning how his mind works with certain things. I couldn’t help but feel at ease. Sleeping well in the guest room. 

I’m that young relative that comes into town on the holidays to then go back to usual life just days after. I’ve never been an overnight guest in my family’s home. Mind at ease, shutoff and quiet. Mental rest. Being my usual quiet self. I’ve learned that quiet is peaceful because it’s intentional and I speak when needed or wanted. Yet I’ve been so relaxed I haven’t felt the need to say much, simple being has been wonderful 

Settled and at peace in the presence of my family, sometimes presence is all that’s needed.