An empty house.

 An empty house. Drawing Luke Hockley.

An empty house. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I remember the first house I lived in when I moved out of home.

It was just so empty.

I had so little, I didn’t have any idea of how to make a house feel like a home.

My house feels like a home now (many years later), but it’s not me who makes it so (there’s a certain endless jar of honey that seems to take care of these kinds of things).

Lucky me.

Love

Luke

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