Hogar, dulce hogar

It can’t be overstated, moving to a new country is a Herculean task, like scaling a brick wall with your bare hands.

I’ve called many places my home little darlin, but I only come from one

Home is a base, a starting point, a fixture to which I latch a tether, however temporarily. Like a climber reaching for the next anchor point, I’m always searching for somewhere new to fasten a hold.