Mine isn't a typical middle-aged existence; oftentimes, when I'm traveling home from a trip or a shoot, I think about what it is that I'm coming home to. There aren't kids or a husband waiting to say hello at the door. But there is a bit of a tribe. My roommates sitting around the table, asking about more than the overarching plot, the nuances of my life that only they would know about the. The tiny, important details of a life unfolding.