Think back on a time when things just weren't going that great for you. Got it? Ok... where were you? What were you doing? What helped you through the difficult time? Was it a book that fell onto your lap at just the right time? Was it an album on repeat? Or a heartfelt movie that made you cry just when you needed it?

Human beings are flawed individuals. From birth we seek validation and attention from those around us. I remember watching a video in psychology class in high school (could have been sociology as I took them at the same time, but anyway) that showed the facial expressions of a child when given attention vs being ignored. The camera did not show the other person, only the baby's face was shown. When given attention, the baby smiled, cooed, and did all the things that you expect (we've all smiled at random babies before, you know the faces I'm talking about). However, when ignored, the baby cried out a couple of times as if to say "hey I'm over here!" and then their face went sad. This baby, not even able to walk or talk yet, was seeking validation because they knew that attention equals happiness.

What does home mean? What does it mean when you've finally found a place to call home? I feel like home is a word that gets thrown around a lot and means different things to different people. To some, home could be the literal "this is where I grew up." To others, it could be where their parents are from. Some may even consider multiple places home.

Might be overselling this post right now... but Saturday was hands down one of the best things I have ever done. I'm still not entirely sure what happened (or even if it happen), but I'll do my best.

What does lonely mean to you? What does it mean to be truly alone? Everyone feels lonely at some point in their life (or at least I'm assuming people do), but I'm talking about true loneliness... the kind where you have quite literally no one in the world that you can turn to.