When you go to college, your apartment or dorm room there becomes your home. It's just where you spent majority of your time and make memories. But your family home-that's different. It's not that it isn't home anymore, it's just a more temporary home-a landing place where you can always go to re-energize. Which is exactly why I call it home, home.
I'm not exactly the biggest fan of my room at home home, just because I designed it when I was 10. So it is basically an explosion of pink and purple. And not going to lie, pink is one of my least favorite colors now. But here is a glimpse into my messy little room at "home home".