This is a photo of a drawing I made in January, when my family was on vacation. My niece traced each person’s hand, and I coloured in the overlapped tracings. This drawing makes me happy, because these are some of the people I love most in the world. Home is often the place where our families live.
Since I’m a person who lives alone, I’m also aware that my physical home is less about family than many people’s homes. I keep traces of my family around me – in the hand-me-down furniture I use, in the objects my family has given me, in the art and photographs that contain images of the people I love. But my personal idea of home is a place without anyone besides me.
Is your home the place where your family lives? Is that a good or a bad thing?