Today I found an old knitted plaid on the shelf that I had long forgotten 🌿I remember my mom knitting it on winter evenings, and it always seemed somehow special to me. Wrapped myself in it with a cup of hot tea, and guess what? Even the snow outside the window doesn't seem so cold anymore. Sometimes it's little things like that that bring back the feeling of home, even if you're far away 🧣✨.