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To my Luminators,

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about home: what it means, where it is and who you make it with. I’ve come to the conclusion that “home” can mean a lot of different things. It can be a big city or the small town where you grew up. It can be a 10 year marriage or a blossoming new romance. It can mean being embraced by unconditional love and support, and it can also mean feeling isolated and uncomfortable.


Finding my home has been a difficult process. My first record was about the letdowns and hardships I faced in adolescence. I wrote about the illusion of love, the self destructive habits I learned as a child, and reminisced about the small pockets of joy that I found in younger years. These were little glimpses into the house I’ve built around myself and my family today.


Since my first record, I’ve learned a lot about myself. I learned that I have never felt like more of a Texan than when I moved to Georgia. I learned that I deserve to be loved and that I have a lot of love to give. I learned how to trust people and make new friends. I learned that “wherever you go, there you are.” I learned that I took my family for granted when I was growing up. I learned that if I want something, I HAVE to make it happen. Most importantly, I learned that home is wherever I’m with my husband; my family.


My next record is going to explore what home means to me. I hope you like it and that it speaks to you and your experiences in some way. No matter where you are, who you’re surrounded by or how you feel, never forget that you are loved and powerful and capable of carving out the life you want.


All my love and talk soon,
Ethan