The cherished aspects of my former country and gender continue to be part of my life. I live in the space of possibility between homes.
Dehoarding my partner’s childhood home gave me a way to understand his mother, but I’m still not sure how to live with the habit he’s inherited.
These are stories from people who moved between countries when they were young, and the little things they noticed when they got there.
The time I spent in stables taught me that gentleness doesn't have to come from people.
Lily Sprinkles was supposed to save my relationship, but she gave me something even better.
These elderly traveling street performers share a tiny temporary home, and make art wherever they can.
Maybe it was naive to think I could live in my apartment for as long as I wanted to, but that was the plan.
Boston’s Chinatown has been a safe haven for Chinese immigrants for generations, but it's being uprooted by urban development — like so many other close-knit neighborhoods across the country. BuzzFeed News follows one Chinese-American family's struggle to hang on to their home.
Taking care of my home doesn’t feel like drudgery. It feels like taking care of myself.
I thought that if I had the right things, I could turn myself into the right person.
I was raised in New York, and the gentrification of Brooklyn and Queens has been good to me in many ways — but I’m still conflicted about it.
A trip to the house my grandfather built in India made me realize that home is never exactly how you remember it.