Guided only by family descriptions and old home videos, I revisited familiar locations, comparing my childhood memories with their present reality through straightforward, free-verse poetry. The poetry reflects my recollections, while the photographs capture the current state of these places. Photographing them as they are now, I felt a bittersweet mix of emotions, recalling the joy these locations once held for me. The transformation was striking—neighborhoods with political banners, decaying playgrounds, littered streets, and eroding boulders, all spoke to the passage of time and the shifting nature of 'home.'

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The most memorable experience was revising the Rock Path, where I once played 'House' with friends. The boulders, once large and jagged, perfect for imagining rooms, had been worn down over time. Now smaller, rounder, and smoothed by the wind, the area was littered with trash. The place was not as I had remembered.