Inktober 19 — Home means . . .

Not once did I help paint the N. It feels like something I should’ve done, at least once.

For those who don’t know, the post title is from the song “Home means Nevada.” Of course, home is where my family is, and for the last dozen years, that’s been Pennsylvania — but this place will always hold part of my heart.

Originally published at Erin M. Hartshorn. You can comment here or there.