I left home a month ago. 

Today I went furniture shopping and piece by piece my new house is becoming a home. 

The introvert in me can’t wait to give my things a space. Clear out my desk, so I can finally sit down, draw and write. 

The artist in me gets itchy fingers from these empty white walls that just need something inspiring on them. 

The foodie in me wants a good place to comfortably enjoy every bite of food. 

The tired body in me wants to just have a place to rest my head. 

The energetic body in me wants a moment on the mat in downward facing dog.

My mind wants a bunch of books waiting to be read.

And my soul is simply looking for all of it. To create a home away from home.