The distance between California, Virginia, and Puerto Rico has always felt daunting. Eighteen hours of travel each way, twice a year, with calls, group texts, and care packages to get us through the in-between. The homesickness comes in waves, sometimes when I'm biking to class, other times when I am ecstatic and wish I could share a magic moment with all the people I love.
I got this idea into my head of physically connecting the places I call home using the materials around me, even if I would only believe it visually for just a second. If I got the cairn proportions right, and a photo of the smallest rock at the top perfectly aligned with the horizon, it might, just maybe, *fingers crossed* create the illusion of a path across the sea.
