You might be surprised to hear that I would describe myself as a homebody. I’m writing this now from my couch, while looking outside at the garden and listening to the rain. I am so happy to be here. I’ve been a lot of places, but the thing about home is that it’s mine. It’s familiar. Comfortable. Something I can come back to and fully relax. ⁣ ⁣ My home is my self-definition in many ways. It always has been. When I was growing up I was lucky enough that my mom let me change the theme of my room often. I remember asking for bright yellow walls when I was around 10 — yellow like the brightest sun — and she did it for me. Those walls made me so happy. ⁣ ⁣ As I’ve gotten older I take even more pride in my home. I love to bring back trinkets from my travels to display. Integrate all parts of me into my space. I’ve been collecting WPA style postcards from every park I’ve visited over the last few years. I didn’t have anything in particular in mind when I bought them, just knew I wanted to m...