Yesterday morning, I awoke to silence. Glorious, beautiful silence. I made my way to the coffee maker, brewed an extra large cup of joe, grabbed my journal, and headed to the front porch. Whenever that silence was promptly cut short, I found myself asking this hard question.

I attended college an hour away from where I grew up. Not too far, but just far enough that I felt away from home. I created space between what was, and the infinite possibilities that lie ahead of me. The truth is, home is more than a place or space. It’s a feeling. And it’s available to you at any time. It’s where you are.

The other day, a creative spark flew through my mind so quickly I almost didn’t catch it. Then, later that morning, it came back again. And then again, until I finally decided this spark was worth investigating.