On a cold December morning during my vacation, while I was relishing a steaming cup of nun chai (salt tea) and kander czot (freshly baked girda) layered with a generous amount of butter, I received a notification from my college professor. It was an invitation to write an article on the theme of homelessness. The irony of the moment was striking, for in the warmth of familiar tastes lay the true meaning of home. It took me some time to sit with this theme and reflect on what homelessness truly means when one already has a home. It was in that moment of musing that a lingering longing to stay forever in one’s hometown returned. This quiet longing revealed that homelessness is not always about the absence of shelter, but often about the absence of belonging. Perhaps the hardest moment is watching the mountains that welcome you home slowly disappear as the flight ascends. Even when surrounded by opportunities and the promise of growth, the heart continues to inevitably long and search for familiar food, culture, and roads. Though the unfamiliar city, surrounded by tall buildings that are impressive in their own way, does not........

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