As I headed for my first walk through the streets of Copenhagen this morning, after having spent 6 months traveling the world and visiting my family in Slovenia, I was welcomed by the sun.

Not the clear-skies-kind-of-sun, but the Scandinavian-kind-of-sun that somehow manages to peek through the dense grey clouds hovering above the city pretty much most of the year.

I could have complained (like I used to so many times before, after coming back from a sunnier place). But instead, I decided to be grateful for the little sunshine the day has brought, for being able to witness this beautiful place in its wintery light, yet another season.

As I was putting one foot in front of the other, I thought of the following saying:

"Sometimes you have to travel far to find your way home."

I certainly know that this has been the case for me; not only recently but throughout my life. With the exception that this time around, going away seemed like the only option I had left to get out of the very dark tunnel I was in.

However, it’s really not about finding a perfect place to live or work, and whether you’re going to settle down here or somewhere else. It is about finding home within you, that inner peace that guides you everywhere you go.

Because no matter where you wander, or with whom, or for how long, you are eventually always, always brought home.

This morning, I decided to cherish that little place in me... and just be grateful for finding my way. Home.

Kindly,

Neva.