We’ve moved on up (to the Eastside), weeks have passed, boxes have been unpacked, and The Boy and I are now more or less settled in our new place. So far, so good (though SXSW really threw everything into upheaval there for a couple of weeks; sheesh). I’ll be honest, I worried about it for a bit, not because of the gravity of the whole ‘moving in together’ event, but...
home, sweet home
My concept of ‘home’ has evolved over time. I suppose moving out of state several times in life will do that: I’ve spent the past couple of years feeling a bit out of place, at times disoriented, and overall unsure of where I truly feel ‘home’ is for me. Where is ‘home’? Is it where you were born? Where you’ve spent the most time? Where you feel most comfortable? Although...