Literature of the Black Atlantic

I don't think that I think of home in the same way that people of African descent might. I think when you are forcibly taken away from your home as the Africans were, you develop a strong sense of longing for what you used to have. Because home for me has pretty much been the same my whole life, maybe I take it for granted and don't value it as much as I would if it was forcibly taken from me. Also, when I think of home I don't think of a physical place, such as Africa, as much as I do the people who I associate with making up my home, like my family. My consciousness of home also doesn't extend back to the idea of a distant homeland where my ancestors came from a long time ago. I'm not sure why, but I don't place any value in a distant homeland of mine like some people of African descent do. I think it would be nice to have a tie like that to the place that my ancestors came from, and sometimes I wish that I had a family that was more interested in finding our roots. It would be fun to be able to trace my family back to where they came from before they came to America.