May 30th marked the one year anniversary of my move to Atlanta. Having moved so many times in my life I took for granted “home” being my parents’ house. Three years ago they moved out of the home I grew up in (mostly) and when I read the email listing their new address, something in me changed. Home is not an address to a house in a city in a state. Home is truly where those you love live. That means “home” can be right here where my family lives and simultaneously across the country behind the front doors of each of my family members and close friends.