"Diaspora Blues" by Ijeoma Umebinyuo has been one of the strongest comforts for me since I left home for uni at seventeen. When I finally returned to Jamaica permanently (for now), I found the Eric Roth quote and the same level of comfort from it.

 

Sometimes it feels like my home is a rubber band, and I can stretch and stretch and stretch it by leaving and traveling, but at some point, it will snap back into shape, and I must return. Maybe homes are meant to be left just because we know they’ll always be there to come back to. We won’t always fit them, and they won’t always fit us. The ocean still calls, though.