I spent the last while creating this cinematic interpretation of *The House That Built Me*.
What struck me wasn't the house.
It was the realization that our nervous system stores places the same way it stores people.
Sometimes we return to a place and feel grief.
Sometimes peace.
Sometimes we reconnect with a version of ourselves we thought we'd lost.
For me, this became less about nostalgia and more about remembering who I was before life, loss, and survival reshaped me.
I'd be curious what comes up in your body as you watch it.
Not what you think about it...
What you feel. ❤️