A Photo Journal: The First Place I Called Home

 Brigid and our Uncle John

Brigid and our Uncle John

 Ocean Ave.

Ocean Ave.

 Going through "that" stage in middle school.

Going through "that" stage in middle school.

 Our teeth look good now.

Our teeth look good now.

 Always been a beach bum.

Always been a beach bum.

 a certified muffin

a certified muffin

 L to R, me, brigid, our late grandma (Mémé) and Fred the doggo. He's still with us!

L to R, me, brigid, our late grandma (Mémé) and Fred the doggo. He's still with us!

 Brigid and Baba, our grandpa.

Brigid and Baba, our grandpa.

 A newborn muffin.

A newborn muffin.

 Hard to believe we are all related.

Hard to believe we are all related.

 Mom is a baddie.

Mom is a baddie.

Glad that one of my all time favorite photographs is fucking tiny. 

Where was the first place that you called home? Have you found it?

It can take a long time to find 'home' but most of the time, it will find you. So don't worry, if you haven't found it; it's on it's way.