Where I belong

After so many expectations thinking that coming to Puerto Rico was the key to the puzzle of my soul, my expectations were proven wrong. I thought I will discover the answers to my questions of belonging…but I was wrong.

The last couple of years as a Hispanic woman working under the Trump administration have been emotionally draining. I have felt that I didn’t belong in the United States. I felt that I needed to connect with my roots in Puerto Rico and be embraced by its warmth.

But those expectations were not met. Not even close…

I have been looking to belong in all the wrong places. I don’t belong in Puerto Rico or in the United States. How strange? I’m between places, like a vagabond or orphan.

After some thought, a possible answer emerged in front of me and suddenly something became clear.  Feelings of relief and peace rushed into my heart as I discovered a truth that was always present but somehow hidden from sight due to all the emotional distress of wanting to belong to a place.  The identity struggle have confused my soul journey. I realize that I don’t belong to a place or a location.  I don’t belong to Puerto Rico or the United States. My soul belongs to my soulmate, my sweetheart, my loving husband.

It doesn’t matter where I’m physically.  As long as I’m in my husband’s arms, I’m at home. That is where I belong and where I want to be, forever!