Any place… Temporarily.
Everywhere I sleep or lodge turns into home.
Some were just places, hotels, friends’ apartments, “beach cabinet”… My parents’ house. A few felt better than others yet I never felt home, neither now that I’m on my own.
That feeling went lost a long time ago. I’ll always be searching, looking for a place to prove me wrong, hoping for this constant feeling to go away. Now I know for sure: it’s me.
I have two countries. One I truly know, it’s the place that saw me grow… The other, it’s the place where I was born. For me, the sense of home fades with aging, like a wooden floor, and houses are what’s left when the comfort is gone.
— ARobin, 24, Chicago
The Home( )House Project is looking for opinions.
– How do you experience displacement: the evolving conceptualization of home and house?
– What is a HOUSE / What is a HOME?
– Have you ever visualized home without feeling at home or felt at home without a home existing being there?
– What is in it for you when the transformation, that occur when you travel and grow up, changes your persona? When your home feels like a house and yet your house doesn’t feel like a home?
Participants are invited to produce a paragraph that concerns the topic above described sharing their point of view (experience, feelings and/or thoughts) and to send it to: email@example.com
(include general info about yourself: name, age, city.)
Detailed PDF attached below.