it's fascinating how we're taught that 'home' is this tangible place
the most simply defined of terms — it's a house, a postcode, a country. and yet, sometimes home cannot be explained by a street number. sometimes it’s a face, a voice, a laugh more honest and familiar than any truth you have ever known. we’re taught that in it’s more literal sense, home is where we live and grow. but one day, in the silence that follows nostalgic stories and subsequent laughter, you may realize that you never did more living or growing than when you had certain people by your side.
and suddenly, you are home


















