Postcards from Home

There’s something healing about bringing friends
to a place that’s always felt just out of reach.

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Armenia has never stopped feeling like a home
I had to earn.

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But this time, I wasn’t arriving alone.
I got to introduce her—not explain her.

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And somewhere between the drives and the dust,
the distance disappeared.

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Because even the dust feels intentional here.
Like it belongs.

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Maybe it’s the hills.
Maybe it’s the history.

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Maybe I belong too.

 

📷 canon A-1

🎞️ kodak portra 400
📍syunik, armenia