When I was growing up, I constantly struggled with the concept of a home. Every last day of school growing up was extra sentimental to me, because the next day I would be uprooted from my house in small-rural-town of Buffalo, MN and transported to a desolate village in the middle of the boreal forest in Nestor Falls, Canada for the next three months.
Growing up in two different countries has led me to become cross-cultured in both. I used to struggle with the fear of missing out during summer vacations–especially with the boom of social media and seeing all the activities that I could not attend.
Little did I know that I was suffering from locational displacement. Whenever I was in one place–I wanted to be at the other; but regardless of where I was, I learned that a home is what lives inside of you and travels with you through the people you surround yourself with.
My concept focuses on the nostalgic visuals that I see when I hear a song that reminds me of my childhood. Growing up at the resort, I would stay up late at night until the camp was asleep. I would sneak down to the swing set, plug in my ear buds, and blast my playlists. I would swing for hours staring up in the night sky watching the northern lights dance behind the tress as shooting stars soared through the sky.
Over my lifetime, I’ve celebrated more Canada Day’s than Fourth of July’s. We would gather around Nestor Falls and watch as the vibrant fireworks sky rocket into the air and explode against the dark starry sky.
I spent my childhood going to the Emo Fair instead of the Minnesota State Fair (the biggest fair in the USA). It’s taken me ten years to see that all those little moments of locational displacement growing up are what helped shape my identity.
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