DSC_0565Lately I’ve thought a lot about what home means.  Growing up we never owned a home. We didn’t have much money and my mom and I moved from rental to rental.  They weren’t ours but I recall them fondly…the house in the country that I remember so well, despite being all of three years old,  the daybed in my grandmas basement, the upstairs room of the brick farmhouse where I listened to coyotes at night, the tiny downstairs apartment just outside of town.  While none of them were permanent my mom always made them feel like home for me. Continue reading