I’m home now. Back from Korea after living there for 4 years, after being independent. I’m home now.

Home is an interesting place for me. I don’t know how I feel about being here, to be honest. I have an interesting relationship with this house, with this place. There are parts of me that miss Korea, and the ease of living on my own.

It was hard. It wasn’t always easy, there were difficult times, and I felt like I was ready to come home. But home has its own stuff.

And at every turn I ask myself the words of Nayyirah Waheed, “how is your heart? is your breath happy here? do you feel free?”

I’ve been home a week, and I wouldn’t exactly say I feel, free. I don’t know if my breath is happy here.

how are you heart? are you okay? or do you want to leave again?