The year 2020 made moving back in with your parents and attending school online the new normal. Displacing college students from the facilities that their universities had to offer, and eliminating a vital social component necessary for growth as a young adult. This unprecedented time has both opened doors and created obstacles for everyone. They were bringing me closer to my mom and hometown than ever before. 

As I approach graduating, I will be moving out of my childhood house for the final time. With this impending milestone approaching, it makes me reminisce on where I grew up and the grievances that come with these thoughts. It isn’t all doom and gloom, but as I grow older, I’m preparing myself for the next stage of my life and becoming independent. These images taken from my home and neighborhood are all everyday sights and things that I previously glanced over as if they were nothing. But with a reformed eye, going back and paying attention to these minute details became important to where I grew up.

Reminding me of my roots, this series leaves me longing for the place and the family that helped develop me into whom I am today, making me feel homesick. However, right now, I am anxious and ready to move on and I’m sick of being home. Living in suburbia my whole life and attending schools in various cities, like Wilmington and Philadelphia, a thirst for more time in the cities and the idea of living in them permanently became imperative. Although I am feeling eager and excited about moving into the city lifestyle I desire, I know once the dust settles and all the boxes are moved, I’ll look back at the small town that is Dover, my friends, and family; and will miss everything about them.

Pushing myself towards a new beginning is exciting as I begin my journey into adulthood, however, after living in my hometown for over two decades, it seems surreal that this portion of my life is ending.