Four years ago, I wrote Home: Part I - a reflection on Jeremiah 29 and the definition of home. Four years later, after a pandemic, a nationwide dialogue on systemic racism, and the destruction of democratic norms all over the world, it's been interesting to re-read and reflect on what home meant in 2019, and what home means now. For more than a year starting in March 2020, I felt in some ways more connected to my homeland, the place I was born and raised, and the place of my people, more than ever. As with most people in 2020, regular Zoom calls with friends from the many phases of my life became the norm. The pandemic was an excuse to reconnect virtually with friends in Asia, London, the Bay Area, New York, Germany and more. Those Zoom calls made me feel more connected than ever to my people: we reminisced about our high school shenanigans, grieved over the state of our home, mourned the increase in anti-Asian hate... I was more determined to claim my homeland as my home; I was p...