Home. A four letter word I am not used to. Three years ago I packed up my Chicago apt to move to paris for three months. I put all my belongings in storage knowing that I did not want to return the same person. I was looking for change. Once I arrived in Paris in the freezing cold month of February I knew I wanted to stay longer. Back and forth between the states and paris I went moving more times that I care to admit. Without a visa I couldn’t stay put long term. Three months turned into three years of a nomadic life. The thing is I wouldn’t change a thing. My life has changed in so many ways I am still trying to sort everything all in my head. So here I am in Chicago three years later. A different person than when I left. My storage unit filled with belongings that are just now “things” Instead of moving them into my new home I gave away everything and threw away the key. A new beginning starts now.