The House that Built Me.

"You leave home, you move on and

you do the best you can.

I got lost in this whole world

and forgot who I am...

I thought if I could touch this

place or feel it

this brokenness inside me

might start healing.

Out here its like i'm someone else,

I thought that maybe I could

find myself.

If I could walk around

I swear i'll leave.

Won't take nothing but a memory

from the house that built me."

This is my home, this is it. As much as I believe a photo can capture details... a photo doesn't describe my home to me. You would need to throw all my family in the front, with some hilarious stories, a handful of butt whoop-ins, and a Saturday morning breakfast feast with game my Dad and Brother brought home for us...

I cannot thank my parents enough for the stability and love in this place. Im afraid I sometimes take it all for granted. The world can run 100mph and for the most part, I can keep up like a champ! I can adjust to city life, traffic, and drama as if I fit in... but the second I step back onto this property, I reminded "I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am".

My Home: small town. simple. family that are my best friends. damp grass between my toes. full of photos from over the years. peaceful. laid-back. spontaneous. spacious. open roads. bluegrass/country music. bubble baths. late nights. windows down jammin. bird watching. the lake. trust. cOMfort (lanie might be the only one to get that). unconditional love.

I hope to build that in a future home... until then, you better believe I go back to mine like a moth to a flame!