A longing for one’s home during a period of absence from it.
Here’s the thing: life is sort of a pretty dream, if you look at it the right way.
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Moving, the cause of such interesting emotions.
To live + love + work: London or New York. How does one choose?
Instead of always making room for improvement, perhaps one should just enjoy the space you occupy