“After moving time and time again — across states, between apartments, and even back in with my mom — I’ve realized that home isn’t a place. It’s a feeling. It’s a thing I sometimes long for while sitting in my own living room. And other times, while sitting in that very same living room surrounded by my favorite things, I couldn’t imagine being someplace else. My cats curled up on my lap, my dogs asleep at my feet, a cup of coffee close at hand. Other times this feeling strikes while seated across from my grandmother in my Pennsylvania hometown. Or while spending the day with my mother. Or even during a random get together with friends. Home is subjective, ever questioned (for some). But the one thing I’m sure of is that it’s a thing filled with happiness, memories, and comfort.
Wishing you all the best in your new place, Victoria!”
— kelly, of design crush.
• photo by John Paul Jesperson.