As I left the evocative surroundings of my hometown of Ikorodu, Nigeria, I was immediately aware of the harsh cold that awaited me in Canberra, Australia. I woke up with immense pain in my head. “Uggh,” I said. It will be another one of those days. I stepped out of the warmth of my bed and into what felt like the usual winter harshness of my disorganized and cluttered room, but for some reason it was even colder today. I put my winter coat on over my trashy blue t-shirt and went to the thermostat. There was a note stuck to the thermostat; he said: “Dear Tool, this is what you get when you are born, Love, Your Brother”. I flipped the message over to see how cold it had made it. I set the thermostat back to normal and went to the computer room to check the weather and news in Nigeria. As I logged in, I thought about my life in Nigeria and how it has changed since I arrived in Australia. My mother was in a management position at work, my father was heavily involved in the field of medicine, and my older brother was just learning about the field of medicine....