Our home has walls that are made of adventure, it’s roof of freedom. Happiness are it’s interiors and its open concept space allows more room for love and kindness.
Our home doesn’t have a door because it welcomes everyone that needs to escape, rest, find comfort, even have fun.
Our home doesn’t belong to anyone nor it owns us. It has no closing cost, no drowning mortgage loans, no draining maintenance expenses. It’s free and clear from fear of foreclosure. The bank can never take it away and have people bid on it for more profit.
People who lived in our home can go anytime without worries when the dreams from which it stands has out grown themselves or didn’t work. Our home doesn’t rob us of our youth nor time that could be well spent with family and ourselves. Our home inspires us to live fully, honestly, truly, sincerely.
If you drive by the nearest beach or nature outdoors, you’ll recognize the pieces of our home. It will look familiar. It will unlock memories and open windows overlooking a magnificent view of courage, hope, love and forgiveness.
This is our home. It has no zip code because we carry it with us wherever we go. It exist when we are close to the ocean. It exist when we drive to places we’re free to be ourselves and happiness comes easy. It exist when we hear ourselves laughing without caring of what others may think. It exist when we have each other. It exist when we find the good parts of ourselves long lost or forgotten.
Dedicated to everyone who lost their homes, everyone who was never given the chance to feel they have a home and everyone who are no longer welcomed to a place that was once, home.