Welcome to the new home of Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates, my very own domain!
I know I’ve been MIA in the blogosphere for a little while, but I’ve been working on the site and making the transition to WordPress. I hope you like it! But, it’s definitely still a work in progress.
So, why the change? This blog has come to mean a lot to me. It’s my creative outlet, and it has been amazing to connect to so many great people. I wanted to make this blog the best it could be, and no matter how much I tinkered with it, something just wasn’t right. That’s why I decided to make the move to self-hosting, and I think it will be well worth it.
Since my blog is still settling into its new digs, I thought this would be the perfect time to talk about the concept of “home.” There are quite a few cliches about “home,” and they all seem to refer to it endearingly:
“Home, sweet home.”
“Home is where the heart is.”
“There’s no place like home.”
But, what makes somewhere home? Is wherever you happen to be living automatically your home, or do you have to feel something special for a place? Can more than one place feel like home?
So many questions, and I think there can be different answers. For me, “home” is not an automatic thing. I have to feel certain things like happiness, comfort, safety, familiarity, and love before a place truly becomes home. I don’t just say I’m going home, but i mean it, and I feel it, and I look forward to it.
What about the question, where are you from? In my mind, where I’m from is not where I live. It’s where I have my roots, it’s where I have years of memories. When someone asks me where I’m from, I hesitate and say that I live in New York, but I’m from Massachusetts.
Where is home for you? Where are you from?


