When I first thought about what it is to belong or dis-belong in Utah, many things came to mind. Dis-belonging looked like my first four months in the USA, too afraid to ask for something in another language, incapable of going anywhere alone, and spending most of my time in my apartment. I felt isolated. On the other hand, belonging looks like sharing yourself openly, finding things in common with others, and knowing that differences are respected. 

My photo series tells my path of trust and the way it helped me transition, making me feel I belonged here. At first, I was enclosed in a tiny box when I got to the USA. I spent a lot of time alone and felt nostalgic.

“My box” is full of things and here I go for the ones that help me express my feelings and remind me of Mexico, my family, and especially the women in my life. When I decided to put myself out there, I started sharing this with others: cooking, painting, taking pictures, and dancing. I realized there was a whole world outside and that I bring my significant box wherever I go.

When you are open to sharing your box, and others are open to receiving and simultaneously sharing their boxes, Community develops, and you find a place where you don’t feel lonely but safe and included. Full of dialogue, smiles, tears, anger, and pretty much everything but with supportive hands. I understood that everyone owns their boxes.

People have their safe space, battles to fight, traditions, practices, hobbies, amulets, and specific things that help them connect with others. That’s why I asked friends I’ve made along this path to bring objects from “their boxes” that have connected them with others. Even though the language, the mountains, the weather, the stoves, the cashiers, and many other things are different, I have fond memories with these friends that have made me feel I belong.

Here is home now.