Spring 2018 we went road-tripping. We visited 7 countries, stayed at 25 different places in 50 days. It was great. but. there was also my homesickness. I decided to make a self-portrait every morning that I woke up in a different bed. Using a long shutter-time, I stepped out of the frame halfway through. This way I would appear transparent on the photo. Half of me in that strange bed. half of me at home. The 26th photo is of me in my own bed. Still transparent. Are we ever really here in the moment? isn’t it so that almost always a part of us, of our heart or our mind, is somewhere else?