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by Jeehan Quijano

Home means different things to each one of us.  It could be the yellow door of your childhood home, the tread of your father’s boots as he left for work, or how your kitchen smelled of roasted chicken or lentils or apple pudding.  Home could be the red brick wall building on the corner of the street, or a distinct sound, say the way the church bell rang or how your neighbor’s rooster crowed early morning.  Home could be the crisp air of autumn whose particular scent you have not smelled in any other city you have lived or visited.  Home could be a feeling, a state of being, or a city far from the place of your origin, far from a past that evokes longing or dread or ambivalence.

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