every morning i have a hot bath, with bubbles.
i take care of my skin and my hair, use nice products, washing them, moisturising them, pampering them.
i pick clothes carefully, colour coordinating bags and shoes, whenever i can.
i tidy up my room and take pride in all of the objects i have put in it, bought on the other side of the world or not.
i make my bed and rearrange flowers.
i look at the white building in front of mine and the green plants out of my window.
and these are all just silly things, but they make me happy.
(and then there's all the other reasons why i'm happy to be home, well not happy, glad, even though it's so damn hard and sometimes i want to cry)
(and don't worry, i will get through this as well, with my family)