The sense of belonging

When you are an immigrant you don’t have a land.

You become your land.

You become your home.

You don’t belong to the place you once lived just as much as you don’t belong to the place you are now.

The sense of belonging blurs.

Where do you belong?

Are you ever going to belong?

You transition, and your life is a constant change and journey.

You have to upcycle your selve frequently if not constantly, be adept of change and modifications.