After the craziness of the week, I’ve finally had a moment to breath, and it hit me — I’m coming home.

I’m coming home to a country I wasn’t born to. A country that I looked upon from afar for many, all too many, years. A country that I finally worked up the nerve to visit. A country that I eventually became a sojourner in, my status conditional and provisional. No longer. I may still be an immigrant, not completely versed in the ways of the new world I inhabit. But I’m coming home. I’m coming home.