Where is home?

Surrounded by immigrants, I murmured along with others in the room in a failed attempt to sing the national anthem of Canada. In the midst of a supposed happy ceremony to become true Canadian, a troubling question clouded my mind.

Where is home?

I always thought that I’d find the answer when I become an adult. Now that I am a man, I envy the simplistic views of a child.

Every obstacle provides an opportunity to learn and my recent illness smack in the middle of moving is no exception. Why did I come back to the old rental place to nurture my wound? I originally thought that it’s because I don’t have any appliances. Now that the appliances arrived, I still head to the same old place when I get off work. Making me wonder, what’s so valuable there that keeps me coming back for more?

Is it the computer?