Is Doha, where I live now, my home? My apartment in
education city housing lot two?
Is my home in California, in the United States, where I was
born and lived thirty years of my life before moving abroad and meeting my
wife?
Is it in Japan where I met Angela and we lived together and
rode bicycles and went to picnic in the falling cherry blossoms near Osaka
castle?
Is it Beijing where we planned our marriage and more?
Is it in my memory?
Is it at my grandmother’s house in Vacaville, my hometown?
My grandmother moved there after an earthquake destroyed her home in Napa.
Is it there where we returned for a job and Vito lived the
first few years of his life?
Is it my parent’s old house at 563 Ridgewood Court? They sold
the house many years ago and moved to Nevada. Is their new house in Nevada my
new home?
What makes it a home? The same old things are in the new
house. There are some new things, too.
Is it 1495 21st Avenue in San Francisco my home where
I lived with my brother and others?
Is my home in Italy with Angela’s extended family?
Is my home with me, where Angela and Vito and me bring it?
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