What allows the shoulders to drop a smidge and the breathing to be less shallow when we arrive home? Whether we are gone for 5 hours or five days the relaxing sigh when we walk through the door is the same. For me it's being surrounded by things I have chosen, things that are familiar to me. Those choices are an outward expression of my personal taste. So when I am surrounded by those choices I see and feel my inner preferences reflected back to me.
In a short radius from my own home, I photographed places that speak to their residents in a similar way. I wonder why they think coming home feels so sweet.