In the Works
What is the definition of home when you’ve lost your parents, walked away from your best friend who’s also your sibling, and returned to a house that you’ve inherited? Sometimes starting over is the only option. And sometimes helping someone else find a home is the shortest distance to understanding where you belong.
What makes a person real? The clothes we wear? The job title we hold? Our address? Or is it what’s inside, sometimes buried so deeply within ourselves that we don’t even know our real selves until we risk them all to find out?