When I think of home many things come to mind. Whether it means thinking of my family and my pets or the physical space that I think of and the many photos that are scattered sporadically throughout my house. I think of the smells and aroma that drifts from my mother cooking in the kitchen.
But when it comes down to it; home to me mainly visual. Visually this is my big bedroom window that sits at the front and center of my house. It is what I identify with home visually when I drive home from every break at Washington State. There are so many memories that I have looking out and into my window.