This anthropomorphic white bird strides forward, a house-shaped opening in its side revealing eggs bathed in warm orange light. Here, home is no longer a separate building but a space within the body. The glow suggests hope; the eggs, lives yet unborn and our imagined futures. For those who migrate or are always on the move, home is not always a place that exists or can be reached. It is a belief that keeps us going. Even on the road, hope for the future gives us strength. Home is carried within us, all along the journey.