Home, Belonging, and Rootlessness

They say a home is not a place, but the feeling that lives within the walls we build with love.

My family was once whole—then slowly, it dissolved. Through war, through death, through distance. This photo, taken in Bosnia after the war, holds what once was. And what I lost.

Grief came like a tide—anger, shame, longing. I’d scroll through curated feeds of smiling families, and feel like a stranger in my own skin.

But then came a revelation as gentle as it was fierce: I could build something new. A family of choice. A home within. A life defined not by blood or geography, but by soul, by truth, by art.

Rootless, perhaps. But with eyes wide open—the whole world, my country. The whole earth, my altar. It is said that sense of home develops when one's connection to a place carries particular emotional qualities.

Journey To "Home"

I feel journey to home, finding belonging, and defining roots is deeply individual process.

These experiences served me as one of the biggest inspiration to create art works, use stories as medicine, and tell them through creative means.

I learned how to build home inside of me. I made my peace that is if fine to feel rootless and not having sense of belonging to any particular place, it gave me wide eyes to see the whole world as my country.