As I began to search for answers within myself, questioning notions of belonging, memory and identity, I began to feel a sense of alienation from the space and people I had called home for as long as I can remember. With little to do to prevent my mind from flooding with self-doubt, I isolated myself from the world which seemed unkind and began photographing my domestic life. Even though the process was far from being sanative, it helped me find a certain degree of clarity within myself. I started appreciating the banal and finding harmony within strained relationships. With these images, I have tried to create a sense of my existence at home.