Meaning of Home

I’ve lived in a house in Arizona, California, Shanghai, and now Victoria, BC. I’ve moved to many different places in the twelve years I’ve lived. When people ask “where I come from”, what am I supposed to say? Is it the place I was born, the place I lived in for the longest amount of time? Well, maybe my house has changed, but I will always have a home. Home is a place where I belong. I can cry, laugh, smile and play and know that I am surrounded by people who love me. They accept me for who I am. They know that everyone is different, know that I am different, and accept me for it. I wish that everyone could have this same privilege, that we could all enjoy being safe and happy under a roof with our loved ones. But unfortunately, that’s not what the world is like. It’s not fair at all that some of us can live in peace while others struggle just to get food on the table. All we can do is work together, doing small actions every day that we hope will come together to make a big difference.