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 where I eventually became a sojourner, my status conditional and provisional.

No longer. I may still be an immigrant, not completely versed in the ways of the new land I inhabit.

But I’m coming home. Thanks to all of you, I have come home.