The Blog of elizabeth98

This past weekend, I went back to the province—and it felt like coming home in more ways than one. After weeks of juggling work, responsibilities, and the noise of city life, being able to breathe in fresh air and hear something other than honking cars was exactly what I needed. There’s something incredibly comforting about the stillness of the province. It’s not just the lack of traffic or people rushing around—it’s the slower rhythm of life that allows you to pause and actually take things in. I woke up without an alarm, just the sound of birds and the distant crashing of waves near the bay. I didn’t realize how much I missed that. One of my favorite parts of being back home is the sea. Since we live near the bay area, the ocean is just a few steps away. I spent the early mornings walking along the shoreline, barefoot on the sand, while the breeze played with my hair and the salty scent of the sea filled the air. There’s something about watching the waves roll in and out that reminds you to let go and just go with the flow. And the air—how could I forget? It’s so fresh, so clean, and so different from what I’ve gotten used to in the city. Breathing deeply felt like therapy. It’s funny how something so basic, like clean air, can feel like such a luxury when you’ve been away from it for too long. The best part? The stillness. There’s no pressure to rush, no constant notifications, no need to be anywhere else. Just me, the breeze, the sea, and a sense of calm I didn’t know I was craving.

Going back to the province reminded me that sometimes, peace isn’t found in doing more—but in doing less. It’s found in the quiet, in the waves, and in the fresh air that fills your lungs and your soul.