To me, home smells a lot like (or something like), sea salt and rosemary. Don't ask me why... obviously smell is that strong sense tied to memories and I bet if you think back or take a moment to think about it, you'd also be able to recognize something that you can identify with as "home", because if you're anything like me you know that a house is simply not a home.... Ask Ryan Adams or Thomas Wolf about that one later on.
So these are the things I list for keeps, always- laughs in the wee hours of the night (the kind where your ribs are more tired than you are in the morning), the glass of white wine that never spilt, Edgar Allan Poe, hands down priceless priceless pillow talk, a very special old pale and a winning smile.
I have love for the arrival gate of almost any new city or place I haven't visited before and believe it or not there's a lot of them! I know I know, I play it up like I'm a super well traveled woman that's been almost anywhere worth visiting in this world.... well, in my head that's totally true however in reality there's a lot of semi local, quant and awesome spots I've never seen before like the little island town of Sullivan's in South Carolina. I hope you enjoy the photos as much as I have. ;)
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