Migration, flow, movement, grief, letting go, adaptation, compromise, longing, honoring, being torn, blending, dancing between homes… When we migrate we take with us as little or as much as we can, we fill our backpack with food, photos and music, our heart with kisses, memories and longing. We arrive in our new home and we put down our luggage on the welcoming land, not really knowing yet where this will all fit. We look around and see friendly faces, we start mumbling a couple of words in a language that we learnt at school, maybe regretting not having paid more attention to the teacher at the time. Our youngest son was unconcerned about our move to Australia some years ago. It wasn’t unti