Moving Country

I packed my life in borrowed boxes,
Folded dreams between old clothes,
Carried laughter from familiar streets,
Where every corner knew my name.

The sky looked different from the window,
Though the sun still rose the same.
New voices filled the air with music
That I had yet to understand.

Some days I missed the scent of home,
The language dancing through the halls,
The comfort of well-worn routines,
The people who could hear my silence.

But little by little, roots reached deeper.
A smile became a conversation,
A stranger became a friend,
An unfamiliar road became my way.

I learned that home is more than borders,
More than maps or postal codes.
It grows wherever kindness finds you,
Where hope is given room to bloom.

So I carry two countries in my heart — 
One that raised me, one that shaped me.
I did not leave one life behind;
I simply found another place to grow.