I remember summers at my paternal grandparents' home. The red loamy soil fascinated me because it was so different from the dark soil where my mother raised me. The guava berries, the purple sugar apples, the yams that I can taste as I look at this soil - the home that I crave right now.

Home. There are so many conversations about home in this moment in history. But home is more complex than a geotag.Dive in with me.