“Belonging is the feeling of security… when there is a sense of acceptance, inclusion, and identity for a member of a certain group.” *

Think about it. That’s what I want in this country where I don’t speak the language fluently (though I’m trying) and am just getting a grasp of the culture (though I am learning every day). Am I dreaming? That would be such a gift.

Expat colleagues add their own ability to divide and exclude; differences in age, work experience, and gender, to mention a few.

My times of doubt far outnumber moments when I’m certain I’m where I belong. Do I feel included and accepted? Like in my passport country where I grew up? No. But in this new place where I’m privileged to live? Yes!

Today a group of Canadian college students visited my teachers’ English class as part of their intercultural studies. My students were excited and apprehensive about using their English with native speakers – besides their teacher! I gave them a few questions to start them off and their leader and I watched as the two groups paired off. Within a few awkward minutes the room was filled with their voices and laughter. We walked around eavesdropping. Talk of university classes and a few family descriptions had quickly gotten down to ideas about each other’s country, parental relationships, language learning, and future plans.

The class and the visitors were asked if they needed help getting back to their bus stop. They declined and everyone left. The next day I discovered that at the break one of my teachers had texted her mother to start making dumplings – she was bringing 10 guests! She not only took them to her stop, but on to her home and a delicious dinner which she interpreted for her entire family. She later thanked me for this opportunity. A few Canadian students also expressed gratitude to me for this out-of-the-textbook cultural experience. Thanked me?!

Who do I thank? The Giver of gifts with whom I will always belong. The One who gave me today’s gift of belonging.

*Cornell University