Shia, Ghana, Africa
I wanted to discover a sense of home and belonging. I’m eternally gratefully for the village of Shia in helping me find that, opening its beauty up to me, and the villagers for opening their hearts up to me.
Someone told me that home is where you don’t have to bury all of the memories — in Summer of ‘19, I went back to my childhood home in rural Ohio. Here’s the feeling it gave me.
I’m someone whose blood comes from all over the country, so I travel to see my many homes. I’m searching for one whose history aligns with mine. I haven’t found one yet. But Chicago was pretty close.