I travel from place to place. I settle for a while. I am settled, for the moment. I think about travelling to new places and also places I have been. A few places have felt like home. I belonged there. I keep memories of these homes like souvenirs, and every now and then I unpack them and look at them and feel the tightening of a slack rope. I remember belonging, and keep that feeling too like a souvenir, in some ways more precious than my actual memories of people and places and things that I did. Belonging. I treasure it. I search for more of it. I travel from place to place. I settle for a while. I am settled, for the moment. I think about… belonging.
A Slack Rope is the last post on our web-based project Dividual Notebook which ran from May 2016-May 2017.
We created a body of work that reflects our individual and shared thoughts on being and leaving home, and how our identities have been shaped by notions of belonging.
Working on the project has helped us to come to see our sense of belonging as something we control, or at least have ownership of. We attribute belonging, it stems from us and has a home in us. It is both as real and impermanent as we are.