maybe it’s the pandemic, maybe it’s the fact that i’ve moved (at least) every year since I left my childhood home almost 10 years ago, maybe it’s just the restlessness of youth meeting a burgeoning craving for stability - the quintessential paradox of the other half of your 20s.
whatever it is, i keep finding myself internally repeating ‘i want to go home’ and then realizing i don’t know where that is.
this compilation is an attempt to capture the complexity of that feeling, its inevitable ennui mixed with the excitement of nomad life mixed with the exhaustion of always picking up and never putting down.
xx
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