This little rug is not just a reminder of my homeland’s rich history and culture, but also a reminder of my family and everything that I left behind. The symbols on the patterns have personal meanings to me besides their general characteristics. My parents handed me the rug and from then, this little rug made me remember them, my home, my belongings, and every memory I made with every single person I met, even if it was as simple as a short greeting on the street. It was from then, that the little rug became home. I tried to show that by photographing my little rug in different areas of town, to show that with my rug, I feel at home, no matter how far I am from where I belong.
