The Home Years

Alright, so we unpaused our caffeinated journey after years of the longest couple of weeks at home. We resumed the life we thought we would begin at the turn of the decade, but life does not actually pause, does it? It either is, or it is not, and tragically for many of our loved ones, it suddenly no longer was. But for those of us blessed with another tomorrow, life moved on — albeit down a path none of us could have foreseen.

It was in early 2022 at the end of a townhall — which are typically held in our auditorium but this year was still virtual — when our department’s leader spoke to the entire company a thought that will live with me for as long as I do: “I felt that we had missed out on so many experiences, many of which we had really looked forward to” he paused to collect his composure, “memories that we will never get to make, years of our lives that we’ll never get back,” a sentiment that resonated across every employee in attendance that day. The deafening sound of silence prevailed as we dealt with the unexpected display of vulnerability from a c-suite executive on stage. “But we didn’t” he continued with fully formed tears fighting to keep from falling. “We just had a different set of experiences” he concluded while discretely attempting to wipe away the emotions from his eyes to proceed to end the meeting on a positive note.

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I could not tell you what was said next, even if my life depended on it. Whatever followed those words simply did not matter to me, I was more concerned with realizing how much I had taken for granted while longing for that which was not. I had been so focused on the flights we did not get to book, the family we did not get to visit, and the experiences we did not get to enjoy; I was so consumed by the journey we did not get to embark on that I did not take a moment to appreciate the journey we were on.

“I felt that we had missed out on so many experiences … but we didn’t, we just had a different set of experiences”


Looking back on the pandemic years, and as we move further into the endemic ones, I cannot help but to think of the gratitude exercise where you grab a handful of uncooked beans — or in my case coffee beans — and place them in your left pocket at the beginning of the day. Every time you experience a positive moment, no matter how big or small, think for example anything from making the green light on your commute to work all the way to winning the lottery, you move a bean to the right pocket. At the end of the day you get a tangible reminder that there is plenty for which to be thankful.


The truth is that even during the darkest days, there were plenty of coffee beans in my right pocket, many if not most of which were and continue to be courtesy of my better half, my best friend, my constant throughout the relentless stream of uncertainty and change, Mrs. Ramdolfi. I am blessed beyond merit and I know it. It just sometimes takes some mindfulness, and occasionally a pocket of coffee beans, to remember it.

Tell me, are you back to where you left off pre-pandemic? What helped you get through those days? Do you practice gratitude; and if so, how?

Thank you so much for visiting our corner of the internet! If you enjoyed this post, please make sure to subscribe for more caffeinated content! Have an awesome day! ☕️️

(Featured Image by: Toni Cuenca)

9 thoughts on “The Home Years

  1. Welcome back! A while ago, I did a massive unfollowing of the inactive blogs I was following, so it was a relief seeing you show up in my notifications today. I re-followed, and I’m happy to see that you are alive and well!

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    1. Thanks and no worries, I completely understand! I came back to this corner of the internet and quickly learned that I was not the only one to store the typewriter away. I’m glad to see that you (and Steve, wish I could tag him) are still here! Thanks for the follow and hope all is well as well! 😄

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  2. Thanks for the mention Mr. R! Yep, a lot of people have left the blogging world the last couple of years. I was surprised, I thought that the pandemic would keep people here and bring more new people. I lost over 80 of my regular followers in the last two years because they quit blogging. Nice to have you back again!😊😺☕☕

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    1. I would have thought the same! I cannot speak for other bloggers, but for me it turns out writing comes from a place of joy, and admittedly throughout the pandemic it was a bit hard to remember that “happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” It’s good to be back though! I’m looking forward to vicariously experiencing a snowy winter via Steve’s Country! ☕

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      1. We do have the snow, though it hasn’t been very cold this month. That is about to change though beginning Friday. We did have some terrible cold back in December too.
        Yeah, that’s true, it wasn’t the happiest of times during the pandemic and that can steal a person’s desire for writing, and other things too. Have a great week!😃😺☕☕

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  3. Welcome back! Those words are definitely powerful, and I did for sure feel this way at the beginning of the pandemic, where I felt like I was “missing out” on so much, not realising how lucky I was to live with my friends, with a nice garden and in a beautiful city that still allowed us to wander around even in the worst moments of the pandemic. Things are definitely back to normal in my corner of the world now, and life has resumed!

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    1. Thanks so much! Glad to hear that things are back to normal! We are almost there here in LA, we just have a few businesses that still require masks, aside from which we’re just about there! Thanks for stopping by our corner of the internet! ☕

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