I went back home this summer to the DRC after being in the US for nearly 17 years. I met relatives I’ve never seen before and I cultivated the love I have for my country. My country with its war and corruption and relentless dry season, is still my country. And though people called me American, I feel a deeper connection to a home. Its true, I am still confused about where exactly I am supposed to fit in, but at least I know where I’m form. I cannot wait to go back.