“What makes a home?
Cause I’m finding my home
Wherever I go,” Jelisa sings.

What makes a home is a question that’s been on my mind a lot lately.

I’ve tried filling spaces with things I love.

I’ve built tiny rich lives in different places.

I catch moments of “home,” but I can’t seem to hold onto them.

Sometimes it’s my childhood bedroom in the Netherlands.
Sometimes it’s my plants, my art, my candles in Mexico City.
Sometimes it’s walking into …