Home

What is home exactly? The definition becomes blurred as you get older. As a child, it is clearly where your family lives. Home is a place, a house, and hopefully a place filled with love. Once you move away, home can be where your toothbrush lives. I have lived in quite a few places within the past four years and although I still consider my parents' house to be a home, I'm not sure that it is my home anymore. I've heard home described as a person. Someone that you are completely comfortable with, you are completely yourself with, someone you love. I think we are fortunate to have even one person that knows you that well so much so that when you see them again, the bond just comes back and you're laughing like no time has passed.

"If my heart was a compass, you'd be north
Risk it all cause I'll catch you when you fall
Wherever you go
If my heart was a house you'd be home"
~Owl City, "If My Heart Was a House"

And home is where the heart is...I suppose that's the key. I think it revolves around love all in all. This place that I photographed feels like home to me. I spent half a year there, living by the water at a marine lab, and coming back was strange but wonderful. I felt as though I could spend forever there, and leaving was sad, and slightly painful. Home.