Turtles

I have always been particularly fascinated by the concept of home. What is home? Is it where we grew up? Where we are currently living? An Edward Sharpe song?...Simply evoked wherever we're with the ones we love?

It's strange to be in such a transitional state. The stage when you realize that your parents home is no longer your home and the house you are living in is only temporary. It is both unsettling and exciting.

Maybe home is less of something concrete than we all might assume. Maybe it is only a concept. Something that exists only within our heads, that we cling to the way a child clings to a favorite toy. Or maybe home is something we construct in order to give ourselves some placement in this transient, ephemeral world.

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