It is clear that my grandmother’s home in Washington Heights is temporary, until they make enough money to return home. Victor and Gorda also call this place home. In the end they are born and want to die on the island they think of as home. Home, rice and beans, apagones, plátanos, mango trees, día de los muertos, strikes, warm beach water, malecón, never having an election that doesn’t get recounted home . . . In New York, they don’t live, they work, until we go home. My mother always told me that home is a place of rest, a place to live.
Definition of home to a migrant Dominican
