RecipeMuncher

Since last August, I’ve moved six times, couch surfed while writing my thesis (don’t recommend it), rented a room from a middle-aged stranger (I don’t suggest that either), left the country for a stint or two, and signed a nine-month lease on my first apartment mere weeks ago. All of that has complicated any possibility of attaching the word “home” to a physical space. My only solution so far has been to locate home in my senses – in the sights, touches, and sounds of the people I lo (...)