Struggles of an Immigrant | About Moving Away From Your Family, Stuck between two worlds 🇨🇦
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 7 ก.พ. 2025
- What does it really mean to be an immigrant, sometimes I wonder?
Where is home?
Where do I go when I go, where do I take my weary soul?
Constantly stuck between two worlds,
One that's familiar, comfortable, and loving,
Yet seems slightly different and changing each time I visit.
Or the other that's new, challenging, and scary,
Yet seems like my very own the more time I spend with it.
The world that has all my favorite people and has helped me build myself,
Or the world that has brought me further from everyone yet closer to myself.
And who am I and who am I becoming as between the two worlds I roam?
Will I ever be whole because a part of me will always be left behind in the country I once called home?
I keep trying hard to hold on to the memories, but memories can be so deceitful.
The more you try to hold on to them, the foggier they become.
With every passing day, I seem to be losing some.
I struggle hard to get a whiff of mom's smell,
Her face which seems to get blurrier every day in my sight.
The taste of her cooking which somehow made everything right.
The sound of papa's voice cracking as he bid goodbye,
The sight of the tears he was trying so hard to fight.
The feel of my brother's arms as he held me tight,
Trying not to cry as he jokes about how lucky I am,
And all the free drinks I will get on the flight.
The friends who cheered me with tales of drunken nights,
The ones to remind me that everything's gonna be alright.
As they sneak gifts into my luggage saying, "It's very light."
A lifetime of love and memories,
That a FaceTime call cannot compensate for.
Sometimes my demons grow in the shadow of my loneliness,
The winter gloom that permeates throughout my room.
The cold that can seep into your very bones,
And sometimes even to your memories,
Taking away its warmth and all the light with which they shone.
Without the people that made me - Me,
Who am I becoming and who will I be?
Struggling and hustling, trying to fit in,
But also desperately holding on to everything.
New culture, new traditions, new languages, new tastes and smells,
New people that have slowly started feeling like family too.
I have lost so many, but in this new world have also gained a few.
Each day brings its own challenges and struggle,
But also the excitement as everything successfully I juggle.
Home has become a little dog who makes everything better with a snuggle.
I discover a little more about myself,
And how independent I am without any help.
Here dreams somehow seem closer to your reach,
With no judgmental society with their regressive ideologies to preach.
This is the life you once dreamed of,
I tell myself, something 10-year-old me,
Would have been so proud of.
Clear blue skies and pristine beaches,
Nature in all its unspoiled glory,
People that are polite and smile as they pass by,
Always ready with a thank you or a sorry.
And when it snows,
Shrouding everything in a cloak of beauty,
I sometimes stop and ponder,
Moving to this new country maybe wasn't really a blunder.
A whole new country to explore and make your own,
You carry your loved ones in your heart and are never really alone.
Festivals have found a new definition,
Video calls and starting new traditions.
There are days when you don't get the cultural humor,
Painfully aware of your thick accent, conscious to speak,
But then comes a native colleague,
Asking what to write and if at her email you can take a peek,
Or seeking help with something in which they are about to fail.
And then the sweet realization hits:
You are not that lacking after all,
Your previous home has taught you well,
So you can make her proud in this new one where you dwell.
Will the struggle ever be over,
And in the end will I still be me,
Or a version that this country expects me to be?
Will I be proud of who I have become,
A tale of inspiration for the generations to come?
Will I ever be able to assimilate into this world,
Or maybe I will create my own.
For now, all I can say,
Is that it's exciting to tread the unknown.
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Home is where family is. I understand your pain and the best way to overcome this to create a new family in the country of residence, only then can you move forward. Otherwise, you will always be wondering of your family in India.
Yeah ! Well said ! Thats what I hv been trying to do , but it’s difficult at times 🥹
I've been missing Romeo in your videos.
Haha ! Feedback taken ! I will try and ensure his highness makes an appearance on all the videos from now on
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