<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Home on N. Becker Photography</title><link>https://nbeckerphotography.com/tags/home/</link><description>Recent content in Home on N. Becker Photography</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>© 2026 Nick Becker. All rights reserved.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2025 00:00:00 -0600</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://nbeckerphotography.com/tags/home/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Farewell, St. Louis</title><link>https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2025/farewell-st-louis/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2025 00:00:00 -0600</pubDate><guid>https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2025/farewell-st-louis/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In March of this year, I &lt;a href="https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2025/beware-the-path-of-least-resistance/" &gt;wrote&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;hellip; the default path is the one of least resistance. That the easiest choice is usually the most predictable one, the one where you can see several steps out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t explicitly say this in that article, but my motivation for writing and sharing those words was to remind myself that the fear I felt about accepting a new job (the one I started in April) was normal, expected, and would pave the way toward personal growth. My lizard brain resisted the change, but my human brain knew that making myself uncomfortable in the short term would be worthwhile in the long term.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Way Home, Part II</title><link>https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2022/the-way-home-part-ii/</link><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2022 00:00:00 -0600</pubDate><guid>https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2022/the-way-home-part-ii/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: This article is a continuation of &lt;a href="https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2022/the-way-home-part-i/" &gt;The Way Home, Part I&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;When my now-wife and I moved away from the DC area, bound for her hometown of St. Louis, Missouri, I was filled with conflicting emotions.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Way Home, Part I</title><link>https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2022/the-way-home-part-i/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2022 00:00:00 -0600</pubDate><guid>https://nbeckerphotography.com/blog/2022/the-way-home-part-i/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What is &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; to you?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On first consideration, a particular &lt;em&gt;place&lt;/em&gt; may come to mind. But I think of &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; as a &lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt;, one that is difficult to describe but unmistakable once you experience it. It is a sense of familiarity. Comfort. Belonging.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>