First. Put a frying pan in the kitchen. One that has seen many stir-fry suppers and pancake breakfasts and has grown so attached to your cooking that it has gone from non-stick to decidedly stick.
Second. Scoop up a collection of bookmarks. Those gathered like wild flowers in dusty bookshops and airy museums around the world. Reminders of travels and keepers of stories.
Third. Enliven the windowsill with a seed. The one that you once spat out and placed in a random pot for safekeeping and that sprouted and stretched and turned into a full-blown plant sporting a miniature burst of deep green foliage.
Fourth. Pick up the laundry. Burrow your nose into the jumble of fresh sheets and delicates. Fold it and place it into the ‘to-be-ironed’ basket. Out of sight, for now.
Fifth. Put on a song. The one that you always crave when you stumble in through the front door, kick off your shoes, and sink into your favourite armchair.
Close your eyes. Exhale. You’re home.
Blue Jay & Bumblebee 
Lovely synopsis of home. I like it :)
Thank you, Jacqueline!
I should be thanking you :)
lovely description .i like this.
Many thanks, Oba!