The more elaborate my mother’s garden grew, the more elided was the strenuousness of her efforts.
This right to return offered to Jews makes me think about who is entitled to join Europe and who is not.
If I approached my immigration experience the same way people approach a start-up, maybe I could optimize the amount of time it took me to integrate.
I was enjoying what exists of this place today—be it Croatia or Yugoslavia—without the need for comparison.
As her family saw it, my mother’s life in London was one of comfort. But she also struggled. Both of these things were true.
Though no place is home upon arrival, I make it my home by the time I leave.