The beginning
The art of finding home
We met in the last room of a small photography exhibition, both pretending not to linger over the same picture. Coffee became dinner, dinner became a walk across the city, and neither of us wanted the evening to end.
Since then, home has become less of a place and more of a collection: Sunday records, train windows, garden gates, and all the people gathered around our table. This celebration is for every chapter that brought us here.
