I'm homesick. I miss everything from the old days, my family, friends, places, even the small river that runs behind my garden back home. I see that chasing dreams is not easy, I've made it here and I'm proud and thankful. But I just want to go home...

“i am not a hotel room. i am home i am not the whiskey you want i am the water you need don't come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me” ― Rupi Kaur, milk and honey

Home. For me over the past week or so, this word has become weighted in more ways than I could imagine. Last weekend, home shifted and a quick move was required. While there’s a light there, I’m not quite ready to dive into that full story. At some point I might, but not for now. However, as...

HAPPINESS IS...going home.

“The only place i want to be is in your arms.” — they feel like home.