Written 4 October 2026, MauritiusPosted 6 October,Home I meant to share this on my birthday. Instead I packed, boarded the flight, and came home. Two days late feels right somehow.I am on an island, far from everyone.Today is my birthday.There is a strange comfort in being nowhere near home on a day usually crowded with expectations—calls, messages, wishes, familiar voices asking how you plan to celebrate. Here, the world is quieter. The sea does not know it is my birthday. The sky does not care. The waves arrive and leave with the same indifference they showed yesterday and will show tomorrow.