home

the concept of home is so evocative. a bright yellow bridge hung over three merging rivers. grey clouds over winding highways blending brokenness and truth. dry farmland for miles of loneliness. palm trees, golden sand and promises of impossible dreams. quiet anonymity amidst the noise.

los angeles is beautiful. i will miss the mountains, the ocean, the sun. but if these four years of wandering have taught me anything, i have learned that home is only meaningful if your heart is there. and today, i am coming home.