write this in a different way like a 9th grader As an immigrant, there had never, for me, been a place which I inhabited and felt comfortable (happy?) enough to call home. Life had always been moving around in search of another opportunity, in search of another community.
Being an immigrant, I never found a place where I truly felt at ease and could consider it my home. My life has always been about moving from one place to another, in hopes of finding a better chance and a new community to belong to.
