There is a precise moment in each of our days when the noise of the outside world suddenly fades away. It happens when we insert the key into the lock, turn it, and, once we’ve crossed the threshold, lay aside the burdens of the day. At that very moment, a small, silent miracle takes place: a deeper breath, our shoulders relaxing, the absolute certainty that we are in the right place.

The house of our childhood is not just a place, but an emotional space that lives on within us. Amidst familiar smells, unforgettable sounds and rooms full of memories, it was there that we took our first steps, learnt to dream and put down our roots. Even if it changes or disappears, that home remains with us, shaping who we have become and the way we come to call every new space ‘home’.