During the Covid lockdowns we were bound to our homes. While the world slowed down and found love again in their own space, I started missing the tender touch of the humid air of my hometown in Indonesia. I missed seeing the volcano when I woke up, I missed my family, the food and so much more. In an attempt to confront my homesickness, I collected pieces of my memory and tried to reconcile it with the stories of my mother, grandmother and aunts.