An interesting question is keeping me from work this morning. Erica V. asked “…explore what it means to find your place in the world. Where’s your safe space?” I thought about it for a moment and quickly settled on two options: 1. Sitting in front of the TV watching a classic movie or 2. Eating or cooking in the kitchen. Option 3 would be buried in my work where I can get into a trance trying to figure out the value of a property but that’s a very, very boring subject to the vast, vast majority of people on Planet Earth.

The kitchen, any kitchen, is a safe and fun place for me to be. It was the center of the household when growing up. It was a place to hang out and harass my mom, it was a place to do my homework, it was a place to eat great meals… it was also a torture den when it came to my turn to do the dishes. I still love to eat and cook, and I am very comfortable when in the process of creating a healthy meal (or scratch pizza). Besides my photography, cooking is my favorite form of expression. The kitchen is where I feel comfortable and safe.