Home isn't just a house at an address your parents made you remember when you were 5 years old. Or at least it isn't for me. For me, it's a lot more complicated. Fore me, home is a state of mind.
Home is where a tired mind retreats after a long day. It's the pillow from your childhood that takes you to a better, more restful, place when you lay your head on it. Home is the arms of a loved one who brings you strength when you most need it.
As I walk the familiar streets of New York City, I realize that home is where one finds the inspiration and will to create. After years of living here, I still feel the urge to explore and experiment. The city is full of never ending secrets, and in discovering them, I discover parts of myself.
Being back in the city sparked a feeling I haven't had in a while; a desire to piece together different outfits. Outfits that express my style and personality so well that in them, I feel empowered. Empowered to strut down 14th street. Empowered to discover happiness within myself.
Thus for my spring break, rather than venturing off to Vegas or London (though if I could I would), I've challenged myself to take an outfit picture every day. Posted above is my outfit from yesterday. With the sun out, a warm sweater was all I needed. The leggings, boots, and hoodie kept the outfit causal while I roamed union square during the day, and the hardware details on the hoodie over the cutout crop top helped me easily transition from day to night as I headed to KTown.
Hoodie: Current Mood, from Dollskill
Boots: Dr Martens
Home isn't just a place. It's a destination.
