If home is where the heart is, but your heart is scattered from coast to coast, where do you belong?

What is home? Where is home?

Is it the people you love? Is it the walls, the furniture, and the possessions that comprise the physical living space in which you reside? Is it where you lay your head at night?

Is your childhood home you haven’t lived in for years, still home? Is the city in for years, but moved away from, still home? Or is home the city you currently live? What about if your family lives in one city, but you live in another? If your heart is in many places, do you have many homes? 

How does home feel? And how does that change as you grow older, create your own space, form your own family? 

I have moved many times. I have often lived far from family. These experiences have often left me feeling confused by what home means. I have found home in people. I have found home in many cities. I have had cities I have never before stepped foot in, never actually lived in, feel like home, as if there is a part of me that belongs there, or maybe did live there in a past life. I have lived in spaces that never felt like home, even though it is where I lived. I have referred to home as places I have lived in my past, and places where I live now. 

This series is an exploration of what home is—how it feels, how it is created, and what comprises it.