Like many people in today's world I have experienced at different stages of my life, movement from one place to the other. With it has come the loss of relationships, objects, spaces and indeed, lives as each move has resulted in the end of one life and the beginning of another. Now I am in Vancouver, and while I am content, loved, this is also the farthest I have been from my brothers and my parents, leaving me longing for them. As I try to find a sense of belonging (I think often of how "belonging" holds within it "longing") in my new home, here are representations of my day-to-day, my thoughts and fears.

(Ongoing)