We learn from a young age to believe that a home is heaven on earth.
A place that is bursting with love, laughter and tears.
Who wouldn't want to come home to the sound of Mum, asking "How's your day?" Or Dad going "Son, let's go out for a jog."
It's not like that with most families, yet we all yearn for a loving home that we can call our own.
Growing up was tough, and family barely existed. I lived alongside physical and verbal torment perpetuated by what I call family.
Even at 26, my savage mother continues to belittle and make disparaging remarks about her children. My father could do nothing but stand by her as he does not want the marriage to fall apart.
My brothers, we just hate each others' guts.
26 years and going, and I still continue on this relentless search for paradise.
I quickly learnt to trust that a home that is both safe and structured is more than enough.
Each passing day, I carve out safety and predictability in the structures around me.
Friends' homes, University dorms, my time in children's home as an intern and even National Service.
There's a home in these places.
As a fresh blood just starting out in the workforce, there are no longer opportunities for me to remain in places of safety. Well, except room rentals in the open market.
It scares me to depend on my rather mediocre income to support my rental and livelihood. And yes, I take no money from my family.
This project aims not only to fund my rental fees and settle down in temporary places of safety, but to help me develop videos that would inspire many others to walk away from a life of abuse and live independently.