Fresh air. Green, living things. Hugs. My own bed. Shower. Planning a meal. Birds chirping. Home.
Can’t share in the driving. Not being able to run into CVS. Heading straight to bed for a nap. Stopping halfway up the stairs to rest. Water doesn’t taste right. Restrictions both explicit and intrinsic.
It is good to be home, but this is going to take some getting used to.