A few months ago I left a town on the west coast that had held me for thirteen years, and a job that had kept me anchored for twelve years; it was, for all intents and purposes, home. The idea of home as a place has always been a sticky point for me. Growing up in a divorced family and making my way as a bi-coastal child I have had a fractured sense of where exactly home is. Lately I have been looking through my camera at the house as a symbol for the idea of home. It’s interesting how a house, over the course of its life, can be a home to so many different people. It’s also interesting how even with out a concrete sense of where home is, we can still miss it from time to time.

Text and photos by Travis Upright.