As a first-generation child of immigrants, I’m slowly finding a resting place where the duality of my worlds can be held fully - past and present, grief and love, where I come from and who I am now. I spent a month in Hong Kong with my mom’s 35mm Nikon FG on my hip, visiting family, seeing the village where my mom was born, and exploring my parents’ homelands. Here are some quiet and sweet moments documenting my search for a way home.