First landing in the airport of Melbourne, I get frustrated about the inefficiencies of the systems. The melting pot of different standards of living converting awkwardly. Standing around a carousel waiting for luggage. Wondering if this translated to security issues.
Then I got home and unwided. And had a good rest, woke up with fresh cool air.
At that moment, I realized I had made it. It wasn’t a mansion or a super high flying career, but I have a comfortable life I can maintain without getting too stressed. And it’s a wonderful feeling. I need to remember to be grateful.