I can’t even count the number of times I’ve been asked “so, when are you going home?”
Where is home?
Is home the place where I grew up. Where I drive on the opposite side of the road and where I don’t have to think about which language is coming out of my mouth?
Is home the place where tons of little mouths reach to give me a kiss and a greeting. The place where I climb into overcrowded mini buses and onto the back of motorcycle taxis without question?
When I think about when, I think about now. I think about how I am here to celebrate first steps and first teeth. New life, and new families. Reunification and reintegration.
When I walk out of my little house each day, I don’t think about “when” I am going home. I think I’m coming to realize I’m already there.
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