Dear Editor,
I have traveled to more than 30 countries, yet none of them feels like home. But every time I walk along the Sea Wall, I know I belong. I feel at peace, happy in a way I can’t fully explain.
Here, no one tells me to go back to my country. I don’t feel like a foreigner, an immigrant, or an outsider. I feel at home. These are my people. This is my country—its culture, its music, all of it. The good and the bad.
The bad music, the trash, the stench of garbage. The drugs, the drunkenness, the loud and indecent language. They are all part of this place, and yet, I still feel at home.
Something deep inside me knows I’m happier here than anywhere else in the world. I can’t explain why—I just know it. Some things can’t be explained.
It’s like falling in love. Try explaining the moment you fell in love.
Sincerely,
Anthony Pantlitz
