Heart of an adventurer, head of an entrepreneur, souls of an artist. Story Telling is Charlie Grosso’s natural talent, for Brands, NGOs and individual clients. Leveraging first hand global insights doing work that matters. Let her be your narrator.

Fetal Position and Drool

Fetal Position and Drool

Home came to an end when I was 9 years old.
Home ended again a year and a half later.
I escaped home days after I turned 18.

In 2009, I walked away from the life I was building with another, put everything in storage and no longer had a home of my own. As I couch-surfed from one friend’s house to another, as my work and my wanderings took me from one hostel to another in foreign lands, I thought more and more about the concept of HOME.

I started taking pictures of beds I was sleeping in. From five star hotels to cheap hostels to hammocks to sleeping bags in tents. These beds welcomed the tired and weary me, allowed me to curl up, to dream and maybe even to drool a little.

Home had always been transient and mythical, constantly shape shifting and slipping out from my grasp. Charles Dickens said, “Home is a name, a word. It is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke or spirits ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.” I cannot recount all the times when I have been lured into thinking that this place, this moment, this YOU, is HOME. 

Then, the ground beneath shifts and I am in search of it again.

I used to feel that I was always in search of HOME, trying to find my way back to that mythical place. Yet gradually, with each image, with each bed, the whisper of an incantation, and home stopped being a specific, physical place but became rather a state of mind, a broadening of the consciousness. Home is where I am.

Fetal Position and Drool is an ongoing travelogue of the different incarnation of home and dedicated to all of the nomadic travelers.