What is “home” to you? A place, a feeling, a smell? A taste, a person, a memory?
As someone who lived in over 13 places in 3 years, my personal definition of home has evolved into a feeling I carry with me, rather than a physical city.
Maybe I’ll write a little more about that journey one day🥰, but in the meantime, on the theme of home…
Happy birthday to the person I feel most at home with❤️!!
And here’s a tiny little poem about our first address together:
the lock frees itself i turn and love the first glimpse of your face as you step through the door to the bookend of your day the last chapter written with both of our pens... floorboards creek lots of heat our first place
