My first memory is of eucalyptus trees rattling in the wind the night we arrived to our new home in California.
My second memory is Loma Prieta earthquake, watching San Francisco burn from Marin Headlands.
I spent the next 5 years teaching youth rights & registering 18-year-olds to vote, teased I was an immigrant unable to vote myself.
It took a very long time to reschedule.
I love both fiercely. They’re complicated & messy & it’s my civic duty to call them out, but I couldn’t surrender either. They’re home.
Yet still.
Now amplify that unease for the tens of million immigrants living in America.
It’s another rough night.