Because I’ve moved around so much, the concept of home has always been hard for me to understand. I can’t really imagine what it would feel like to grow up somewhere and then keep going back as an adult. I think home is a feeling that comes from being around a group of people who know you inside out, and one that I probably have a hard time really grasping. It sounds so magical and mysterious! I’m grateful to have found it in small moments along the way.
