I could never figure out what ‘home’

meant as a third culture kid,

constantly moving around, never

settling in long enough to call a place

home the way I wanted to.

Until I realized I had it all wrong.

Whether you’re somewhere for 3 months or 3 years,

home is wherever you find comfort.

Within any four walls,

there is love and calm.

Tucked up to a book,

diving into Netflix,

or simply listening to music.

Within any four walls,

you can cook up a tasty storm,

ready to ravish in the kitchen where

culture comes alive.

Within any four walls,

there is comfort in the routine you

build.

Wake up.

Shower.

Shop at the market nearby,

sit by the balcony enjoying the view

of green and blue and houses atop hills.

Within any four walls,

there is comfort in the home you

build for yourself.

Ines Makuza is a poet, singer, and dancer. She's pursuing a degree in mass communication