Over the course of the pandemic, I started to develop an intense longing to find and know what home feels like. Whenever I think of home, I think of my grandparents home where I lived when I was 4 years old. I think of running around on warm streets, climbing my neighbors’ fences, picking flowers with my friends, and  rose and orange popsicles. It has been odd knowing what home is and where it is but not being able to physically get there. But being thrown back to it so viscerally with scents and touch.