When you’re an immigrant, I think it takes a little bit of time to feel like your adopted country is really home. I’ve been living in Australia for 30 years now.
The other day, on my way home from work, I walked past one of the local cafes. The proprietor waved at me, and at that moment I felt amazingly happy and content: he recognised me as a local. I’m a local. I’m a part of my community. I’m at home.