In many ways, I've never really felt home anywhere. Growing up, I didn't really seem to fit in in the house I grew up nor in the communities in which I resided. For years, I never put art on the walls because I saw the house as little more than a place to sleep between work and meetings. Over the years, I've learned that I feel most at home when I'm either fully engaged in a small group of people I hold dear or fully engaged in the creative process. In light of this, I've worked to make my living space more inviting of those aspects of my life. There's now art on the wall, a large work area, a library with works that inspire me, and, of course, a turntable and record collection I've been building for roughly twenty years. I'm finally sleeping in a place that is beginning to feel like home.
