Not the song.
Recall those Google maps I uploaded to that shared folder, detailing what was in and around my current home location.
It’s 7:04AM on a Sunday, I have yet to sleep, and the community outside, down the street, across the fence, are older Vietnamese people.
Yesterday, there was a party for Cape Verdeans.
I feel like coming from a homogenous country, you might find it hard to feel at home in my neck of the woods.
But knowing what I now know of American History, I find it hard as well.
Still, as the outpouring of words becomes a deluge directed at you for these last hours, I wonder if “feeling at home” would just be being with each other.
If so, I would savor that.