When I wake up and fall asleep, listening to the sliding sound of the suitcase wheels accompanied by the opening and closing of the door, I can identify the figures of my parents.
My parents’ suitcases were my big toy when I was a kid. The handsome pilot father and the elegant flight attendant mother have always been my pride. They keep setting up all over the world, but home is still the end of their journey. Unexpectedly, I have become an intern pilot now, riding the plane flying to the sky and embarking on my dream...
I have experienced all kinds of hotels in luxury, minimalism, etc., but it is not as good as the home waiting for me to return.
The soft atmosphere woven by the pure white tone and golden lines is just like the mother’s usual elegant tone. The dining room surrounded by the box is the place where mother and friends can meet and enjoy the leisure life. Every time I come back, I will be on the dining table. There will always be a lot of smells that make wanderers miss, such as the warmth of the sun in the house, the warmth of the dim light...