I’m not really sure exactly how this blog post will end up, but honestly I had trouble thinking of something to write about. So at least I now have somewhere to start.

When you move out of your parents’ house for the first time, you start to acknowledge a new feeling that you’ve never had up until that point. Going home is never the same again. It’s still “going home”, but it’s not really home anymore, otherwise you would still be living there. I’m not really sure how everyone defines home, honestly.

So today I got asked about the tiny ninja hiding. And I had a feeling that since I will be posting more tiny ninja photos on Instagram, I will probably get asked more questions about them.  So… I figured the story would make a good blog post.  Here goes…