moved to the US four years ago when I was 21, believing I knew where home was, in France. But now four years after, despite the ups and downs of having to surround yourself with a new kind of family, looking for a job, feeling lonely, and seeing so many close friends geographically leave and break the family you tried so hard to build, I feel that the US is more of a home than France is supposed to. And it’s not easy to admit it specially as I have a great relation with my blood family. How can you be at peace with keeping yourself away from your family when nothing is technically bad there?