That moment...

that you are waiting for, almost desperately... Yes, I´m talking about the moment you arrive at home in the afternoon.For me is a magial moment, almost sacred.
That moment when I take off the boots and I wear the slippers, I pick up the hair in a bun and I wear my "poncho".I turn on the coffee machine and make myself an expreso.
Is at this point that I really feel at home.
And is a really satisfying feeling .