Home is an abstract idea that could be transient and fluid at time. It is fascinating to me that something that is suppose to provide stability and security can be so fragile and unstable. What makes a place our home? What makes it no longer home? When and how does a foreign place transit to home?

Looking at the experience of a Chinese working in Singapore and a Singaporean studying in US, the switch of perspective not only invite us to reflect on our opinions on the foreigners, but also evoke thoughts on our definition of home. This might be our home, but what make it our home?