As I stood in front of the washroom mirror, I couldn't help but stare at the stranger staring back at me. My reflection was a mess, with dark circles under my eyes and tangled hair. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. I took a deep breath and began to wash my face, trying to scrub away the fatigue. The warm water was soothing, and I closed my eyes, letting the stress melt away. When I opened them again, the stranger was starting to look more like me. I smiled, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I was no longer a stranger to myself. I was home.