I don’t live in homes, I live in storage (and on the verge of something greater.) As an anonymous passenger, or in a moving truck, between one fixed point and the next. From closed to open (liberation, absolute self) the transition away (departure) is most hopeful. My theory is that, especially during long journeys back to points of origin, when we are most altered by the other, the difference between that and our fixed selves is most salient. It is in the in-between that we are our home-selves.
Home is away from here, and home is on the way there.
Rosalind Aparicio-Ramirez (she/her) is a writer and artist whose work focuses on indigeneity, immigrant culture, the South, and the end of the world. She is pursuing an MFA at Hunter College.