In 1992 I immigrated from Jordan to the US. While it was exciting to experience something new, it wasn’t long before I felt homesick. To ease my loneliness, I began surrounding myself with family photos, books, home accents and arabic decor, including artwork, from Jordan. My apartment became my sanctuary where I felt comfortable and happy; a true desert oasis in a sea of western influence. But only after the birth of my first child did my new home have a meaning.