I moved to the US from the Philippines 8 years ago, and I have never been back ever since. The 13 years of my life that I spent there used to be such a prominent part of who I am, now as years go by, those 13 years are relatively getting shorter, and there will be a point in my life where those years will be minuscule, and that's scary to think about how a big part of you then eventually just becomes a memory. I miss the Philippines and my childhood, but now I just find myself searching for home within me and the community I surround myself with. The immigrant narrative is often about overcoming, but I think it’s also about reclaiming the parts of who you are in spaces you take up. It’s defining your own truth. It’s being resilient.