** The first three books in my six part dystopian series have officially made their way out into the world! Check them out!
For the sake of blogging and self-exploration and contemplation, I’ve been slowly making my way through answering questions from this list
Today’s Question : When you think of ‘home,’ what, specifically, do you think of?
Home for me is not a place. I moved around as a kid to different houses, cities, even states. (Well, one “new state” move before I turned 18.) I didn’t have a stable childhood so I never really felt comfortable in any home.
However, every summer I’d spend anywhere from 2-4 weeks at horse camp, and the rest of the summer at a stable in northern Minnesota. I suppose the only ‘feeling’ I can equate to the way people describe “home” is riding a horse. There’s something about the connection with a powerful, free animal in a full-blown run, hooves thundering in your ears, wind against your face – that’s “home” for me. That’s the one thing, the one feeling in the world, that truly takes away everything else in the world that weighs me down and allows me to live in that single, solitary moment only. Comfort. Freedom. Belonging. Isn’t that what “home” is supposed to be?
Kell Frillman - Author 