Once was home

Maybe it is becuase I have never felt the comfort and safety of home since I turned into adulthood, that I became a little obsessed with other people's homes. Always trying to sneak a look through a window with a sharp sense of longing, or in the case of these abandoned homes, respectfully capturing what they left behind. These photos and pictures of someone's once loved ones I came across in the abandoned houses, gives one the most sense of homeliness, that no other objects can reflect.