As one gets older, one increasingly appreciates the rootedness to one’s home country and the sense of belonging.

I love my country, even though it’s often mistaken for another name, location, identity.

I love my home, even though it’s ulu-fied, messy and our doors are more often shut than open.

I’ve grown to love this place and it’s true that I may eventually be away, I’ll still call this place home and it will always be where I belong.