What makes up the feeling of being at home? Nostalgia, physical presence of love or family, comfort. There is a general sense that one is the most honest and true version of themselves when they are in a place called “home.” That a “home” is a physical place that strips the whole world away and centers one within themselves. As I grew up, I began to wonder whether home has to be a place at all. In terms of citizenship, I only belong to one country, but I have spent the past 17 years in continuous movement, in and out of 64. For me, home has never been a place but a feeling or emotion that can manifest itself anytime, anywhere. I didn’t have an answer to the questions I was asking myself, so I picked up my camera and began searching. I looked within my name, my nationality, and the people I love, searching for this feeling of being at home in a place and in oneself. Using overlays and multimedia collages, I was able to contrast the past and present. I’m still not sure that I have the answer I was looking for, but I have realized that it is not so clear-cut. It is a combination of love, comfort, and memories. And sometimes it can not be explained by any of these things. It is a mix of emotions that can rarely be expressed through words, but that I hope I was able to capture through these photographs.