Over the last few weeks, I've been doing a lot of things to feel at home, whether it's through the type of food I eat, the music I listen to, or the movies I see.

There's a restaurant I like to visit, and although it has a funny name, "Cosmic Cantina," I've grown to love the place. They sell burritos, which are a variety of Mexican food, but it reminds me of Nigeria. The TV hanging on the wall always shows a movie while loud, brain-scratching music plays from another speaker. The chairs have a metal back support with torn leather seats that have their foams exposed. It's one of the few restaurants in the area that has a tall fridge for drinks, the exact type you'd see in a Nigerian restaurant. They sell coke, sprite, and other sodas in glass bottles. That's something you're not likely to see in most places.

If you look at the back of the counter, you will see the staff talking and laughing with each other, which is something very characteristic of a Nigerian restaurant. The walls of the restaurant are painted an unfriendly color, and if you look up, you'd see an old ceiling. The inside of the restaurant feels hot, no matter how cold it might be outside.

I'm writing this thought while I eat my rice and chicken burrito inside the said restaurant.

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