I have a nomadic vision and I believe that “home” could be anywhere and mean anything.
We are all traveling and travel presupposes a circular route-a going forth, a turning around, and a return-a search for ‘elsewhere’, and a homecoming.
I am constantly shifting.
I am always leaving one place for another, one which proves perhaps better than the first.
I left home (?) in search of personal expansion, education, and growth…and I travel to visit friends and family, to see the world, to run away, to rest, to think, to go away and to come back.
I am a foreign here.
I am a foreign in Brasil.
I have a foreign heart.