Sometimes it hurts that I'll never fully fit in. Not with everyone, at least.

Last night, there was a friendly tease that *of course* I'm still a tourist even after 5 years. It came from the same source of ignorance that hurts many immigrants to Canada. Only, there's still racialized privilege in my experience: Presumed rich. A traveller.

Ultimately, such moments deepen my ache for how hard it is for so many.

Everyone just wants to feel at home.

But oh, does our world ever love to exclude.