Home is not here,
And it is not there. 

I am a third culture kid.
Born in USA, but made in the UAE.

Between here and there, there is a hyphen 
American — Pakistani —- Emirati 
I live on the hyphen. 

The hyphen is a small place. 
It is often a lonely place.
It is a place of inner tension. 
It is like being on bridge.
A place in between

But the hyphen is also a place of power. 
A place for cultural translators.
A place for shape shifters. 
A place where nobody belongs, everyone is lost and everyone is free. 

And because home never existed outside for me, I had to find my home inside of me.
My soil is not my home. 
My soul is my home.