‘find my way home’ by my favourite things feels like opening a window after years of quiet. the kind of album that exhales grief and inhales melody, carrying both weight and lift at once.

based in brooklyn, the band stitches together folk ballads, soulful indie pop, and dreamlike art-pop into something borderless. acoustic textures glow against rhodes warmth, saxophone sighs, and layered harmonies that move like tides. beautifully arranged, it manages to – even in moments of heaviness – hold a restrained groove – grief softened by rhythm, estrangement eased by song.

from their fourth album, the track lands like a homecoming, blending intimacy with ensemble swells, reminding you that even the hardest stories can be danced through. it’s catharsis that shimmers, a map back to yourself.

thank u for making this my favourite things ❤️