“Welcome back home”, the immigration officer smiled, before handing me back my green card.
I dragged my luggage and started walking across San Francisco International airport.
“Home?”, I wondered. “Is this now home?”
When we travel to different places, we typically have a place to return to. That’s typically home.
But those who move away from a place where they lived a couple of decades, before venturing to a new one to start a new life, will sometimes find it confusing to call one place or the other “Home”.
And when I sent my notice to the landlord yesterday that I will be moving out, I realized that once again I am moving from a place that I used to call home over the past year, to a new place that I will call home for another couple of years.






