In America, the media considers people like me "too Arab" to be American, and in Lebanon I am "too American" to be considered Arab. Many people cannot fathom the balance of both cultures alive in one being; yet here I am, alive, whole, and living seemingly two identities that I have balanced into myself.
After three weeks in Lebanon, I spent the 12 hour plane ride back to America thinking about how ’home’ can be a confusing place to find sometimes; especially when people try to tell us where it is, and when our roots say one thing, but our birthplace says another.
For me, home has become all the places I find beauty and love. And there are too many places I have found those things to call any one place home. Maybe that place is me.