Italy, September 2019

I went home to Italy for two weeks last month, and it was two weeks of pure relax. It was the first time in a very long time that I finally enjoyed home. Maybe was the perfect season, maybe was just a holiday, maybe I managed to clear some thoughts and doubts that I had for so long, but all this made me feel homesick for the first time.
There is so many thing that I miss about home, and taking pictures of them is my way to bring them with me. They are not just material things.. sometimes they are feelings, memory, wishes, encounters.. Things that also remind me who I am and where I am from. This is important to remember, but sometimes we tent to forget.