[By Rebecca Martin (she/they)]
Home for me is full of stories, memories and colour which I bring with me to each new place I go. A few of the memories that spring to mind from these pictures include the ivy that winds its way through the windows of my childhood home each summer. The key hanger which holds beads from my first Pride, a hollow rock which I wished on at twelve years old (it didn’t come true), some Greek worry beads from where my mum grew up, a necklace bought on our last trip to see my granddad, friends jewelry and many more. All these things connect me to a sense of self and a sense of home.
