![]() Now, this renewed sense of home seems much more clear and concrete - I have found my heart situated in unexpected spring blossoms, in the quotidian I use to look past, and in all those quiet coffee-soaked mornings spent with the right person that I wish would last much, much longer. That adage seemed as much prosaic as everything I have been aimlessly doing. I never thought much of that phrase in the past. ![]() Recently, though, I have found a new meaning to ‘home is where the heart is’ and it has necessitated what I feel now. It is a comfort that is a little too much intertwined with indifference, in that quiet little fear that manifests itself slowly. And this type of comfort is not necessarily the type I yearn for. I resonated with this sentiment even outside of the blog as well. In the last few months I have really struggled with the direction of this blog and my photos - everything felt too predictable, too routine. Cake layers, overly familiar white marble table, the same cake stand, and a vein of discontentment running through it all. ![]() This has really allowed me to step out of my vapid routine of taking photographs of a cake staged on my white marble table. I have tried to incorporate more of the latter on a daily basis - capturing unorchestrated scenes of my 8am coffee, diaphanous florals and each of their petals, and places that made me wish time would remain suspended for just a moment longer. Whether it is creating a simple white cake adorn with delicate stems of garden roses or creating an image, not necessarily of a cake, but of simple quotidian things from which I find joy and comfort, I have found a renewed and complete sense of home. Lately I have also found a sense of home in creating and I hope it abides as a constant from now on. To find home within a person, to find a person that makes your heart whisper in confidence “ I am here, I will be here, and I am with you.” Finding the person I can call home is when I learned that home is where the heart is. Home is not necessarily where you are from, but where you feel like you belong. Some search everywhere and endlessly to find it.
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