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.