I found it. My love. My hope. My ikigai.

 It’s where I wake up in a dream-like haze, sunlight spilling through the windows. Curtains are not needed -  this view holds me in its quiet arms. 

It’s where the sounds at night cradle me into the deepest sleep I’ve had in years — as if the world decided to hush itself just for me.

Swimming here feels like a contradiction in motion: floating yet grounded, free yet connected. 

It’s as if the water knows my name, as if it understands I came here with heavy thoughts and leaves me lighter.

Now that I’m back to reality, I catch myself thinking of this place. 

Not just about returning — but about making it mine. 

Building a life wrapped in its calm, letting its peace soak into everything I do.

This is it. My happy place. The one that whispers: Come back. Stay. Just be.



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