In my former nomadic life there were some things that moved with me from place to place and some things that were not worth hauling around unless it fit into a cardboard box. 

I purchased this picture about ten years ago and she still speaks to me. I must have moved my household about 8 times and she went along for the ride, except for one or two of my tiniest of tiny apartments. 

When I finally took a giant leap and purchased a home I made dang sure there would be a wall just for her, along with a bedroom for my son of course. So there she hangs quietly and modestly in my quaint little living room to remind me now that I am home.