Cisneros describes “home” not as the physical place where you live, but as a space you feel you belong and feel safe in. In her case, she experienced barriers in both her family life and social life that led her to feel not at home in those situations. Within her family, she was the only daughter of 7 children, so there had always been a natural divide. Her brothers did not like to be seen playing with a girl in public, so she has always been distant in that sense. Regarding her social life, many looked down on her because of her race; they commented on her looks, and how she doesn’t look like she’s Mexican, but she was. Because of these two things, Cisneros never felt at home at her physical home or when she was outside either.

For Cisneros, her home was her writing, which makes sense as she is a writer. She feels comfortable when she is writing, and that is the most important distinction when it comes to having a home.

For me personally, my idea of home has only slightly changed. Fusion, a club at Baruch, is one of my homes; I feel like I can truly be me when I am there, and everyone there is just extremely accepting and fun to be with. Another one of my homes would be the Internet, as vague as it sounds. These past two year, I have made SO many incredible friends through Instagram and other social media platforms, and I continue to keep up with them today. Although we may have never physically met before, I truly feel like I can trust them, and the feeling there is mutual.