Come Home To Yourself Novels & Stories

I gathered my belongings, tidying my workspace and bidding farewell to colleagues, knowing that tomorrow would bring new adventures and opportunities. Returning home, I kicked off my shoes and sank into the comfort of my favorite armchair, relishing in the quiet solitude. I reflected on the day, allowing a sense of gratitude to wash over me. The day had been a testament to my perseverance, my commitment to personal growth, and my ability to find fulfillment in even the smallest of moments.

Like us. Like the inevitable gravity that brought me back home.

“Home sweet home.” Greta dumps her hand luggage in the center of the Tarry shack as I walk in behind her and gaze around the much-missed home of ours. Glad to be back here even though we were not gone all that long, not even far, and yet it feels like we went to another planet. That it’s been months instead of one. It’s the warmest and most relaxing breath of fresh air to walk in here, letting all my stresses go and basking in the feel of familiar safety.

It always made me want to get up and fight , even though If I were beaten down to a pulp by life. “You are finally home bound , hey Lia?!” I hear my dad say to me over the 90’s music that he plays. I smile at him , feeling my muscles relax against the car seat as I can finally feel the comfort of my home. “No matter where I go – be it the best vacation spot ever – nothing will feel better than home” I say to him , sighing in relief. After all those nights of sleeping on an unfamiliar bed , living out of my duffle bag , not being able to wear what I like , waking up early , and just not being able to relax – the thrill and relief of going home is immense.

I read Celeste's messages on the train back. The first is from this morning: You don't have to say anything you don't want to say. The second is from two hours ago: Still thinking about you. The third arrived twenty minutes ago: Come home when you're done. I read the last one twice. Come home. Home. The word sits strangely—not because it doesn't fit, but because it fits too well. I have spent most of my adult life moving between cities and identities, each location temporary, each address provisional. Home was not a concept I carried with me. Home was the opposite of what I did.

Hollow. “I want to go home.”

He paused and rubbed his right thumb across her cheek, his eyes boring into her deepest part. "I don't want to come back just to a clean home and home made meals. I want to come back to you too." His voice was so deep and coarse with overwhelming emotions. "I want to come home to you 'cause my home is where my heart is. You're stuck with me, Ava. I'm never letting you go, so I need you to start getting rid of your fears." That was all she needed to hear to get the sparks out. And by God, she believed every word.

Walter didn't need to be present or even notified. Out of concern for Ethel's age, he arranged for people to escort her back home for some rest.

Sky was stunned. 'Our? my home? my own home?', Sky couldn't speak for a while. "Yes, it is our home", Elliot held her hands gently. "This is so beautiful", Sky had tears in her eyes. Elliot really knew her the best. He knew how Sky longed for her own home where she can feel a sense of belonging. She had always been living under a continuous fear that one day she'd be abandoned by everyone. Elliot knew her darkest nightmare so he wanted to make her feel secure.

"Take care of yourself." At the time, he had still been fuming over her pushing Alyssa, so he hadn't bothered replying. His fingers hesitated over the keyboard before he typed out a message. "Why aren't you home? Did you go out? Where are you? It's late. I can come pick you up. Neo told me you threw away all those things you bought. I actually liked those little knickknacks. They brightened up the place. I'll have someone go retrieve them…"