Visiting my father's house is like going back in time and suddenly I'm a teen dreamer again. The funny thing is, I always thought it was a certain time of life that made me such a dreamer, but it really is the feeling I find in this little house in Milton, Pennsylvania. It is not fancy. My father (the gentleman in the first photograph) lives alone, and we all know men live! But it's the type of place where you can just relax, grab a bag of chips and watch films like Pulp Fiction or Me, Myself & Irene or spend three hours reading the latest issues of every fashion magazine available at CVS. Certain people and places allow you to imagine and dream in a way that is truly honest. At the end of the day, we all want to be in a place and around people where we can be ourselves.