"If anyone were to ever ask me, 'What is the worst part of belonging to two countries?' I would answer, No matter where you are, you are always absent somewhere'." - Yesika Salgado

There's nothing truer than this short poem by Yesika Salgado. I belong to the U.S., I belong to El Salvador. There is no one or the other.

What there is it though, is a piece of me in both. My aunts, uncles, cousins and my family are all in El Salvador. The years pass, and although I get to visit them more often than anticipated, I still miss time with all of them. They are the piece of me in El Salvador. Not being there, I miss the culture, the beauty of everyone's generosity, the comfort of being in my own skin -- In my first language of Spanish.

Being apart, I can't be there for my cousins first day of third grade, for their birthdays, to celebrate the pregnancies of my aunts. I miss their presence, I miss them growing up.

But in the U.S. I have my success, my future. I have the resources I need to reach my goals, alongside the rest of my family. I have a better life here, and more opportunities. Leaving, wether it be for a month, is leaving my friends, my pets, my education, etc.

So, how do I go about choosing where "home" is? I don't. My soul wanders, from here to there. I am neither from here, nor from there.