I bought an apartment in New York, my first home. Tears are meeting my eyes just typing this. I am a Black, queer, multidisciplinary artist that was born to a 14 year old single mother in Brinkley, Arkansas. Home, as l've always seen it, never belonged to the depiction of a place, but to that of a feeling. A first generation homeowner, I must give thanks from the depths of my heart to the divine for navigating my sails, as well everyone that poured into my dreams, those same dreams that have lead me here. I know home because of you, I now rest there because of you. Comfort takes its mold if you allow it. I vividly remember praying for a form of newness, risk, challenge, and stripping. This experience greeted me with each of these and showed me the true essence of resilience. I never imagined this being a reality of mine at 26. I moved from Arkansas to New York in search of myself, to build a life for myself. To prove myself right, to prove myself capable and this moment is such a pinnacle chapter in that journey. To the key that has lead me here, trust. I thank you for being a voice in my ear. I did not make it this far unsure. I didn't come this far coated in doubt. A moment of many that I have experienced that is so much larger than just me. To rejoice, to believe. May this be a gentle reminder to never shrink you dreams.