...is where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there.
-Talking Heads, "Naive Melody"
I'm obsessed with, absorbed in, propelled by the idea of home.
Home is roots, is comfort, is stability. Is being planted.
I went home home for the tail end of spring break and my mother's birthday. It was delightful. The hills are green and will, thanks to all the rain, stay that way for a while.
Birthday breakfast toast.
Now I am back home at school, cozy in my beloved room.
What do you associate with home?