At my age, my parents were already raising me and my sibling. They were deep into parenthood—making sure we were safe, happy, and had everything we needed. They built a home, not just in the physical sense, but in the way they created an atmosphere of warmth, love, and security. Looking back, I realize how much effort that must have taken.
They made it fun for us. Somehow, despite the responsibilities, the bills, and whatever personal struggles they faced, they still found ways to create joy. Movie nights, home-cooked meals, silly little traditions—things that, as a kid, I took for granted. Now, as an adult, I understand the weight of what they carried, and I wonder: how did they do it?
It makes me appreciate them even more. They didn’t have all the answers, but they showed up, every single day. They made sure we felt safe, loved, and like we belonged. And maybe that’s the real lesson. It’s not about having it all figured out—it’s about showing up and making life feel like home, for yourself and for the people you love.
Wanderlust & shutter bliss 