I am the son of West Indian parents who immigrated to the United States in 1917. They left Barbados to move to Brooklyn, New York. Later I left Brooklyn to move to Washington, D. C., for, ironically, the same reason they left Barbados—to search for a better life. just as they found what they were looking for in Brooklyn (they never once returned to Barbados), I have found what I was looking for in Washington. What is it about Washington that makes it my home?