Photography is the way I confront the complexities between the person inside me and the roles I have been given. I never truly knew what it meant to miss home. my soul seemed meant only for wandering.But somewhere along the roads of my drifting, there appeared a figure I could not stop caring about. Family is a curse⦠and also a place for you to return to. I have to admit that. I keep wondering what it really means for my soul to be free. Is it to leave everything behind, or to face the responsibilities we are destined to carry?