Because the world is not static

Growing up, other countries were foreign to me
I didn't jet across the Earth on a yearly trip to ski
It wasn't the most diverse experience, growing up in York
In this sort of place, there's a shared way you tend to think and talk

And now, I am the sum of nations I've never lived in
Due to my friends who don't even realise what they're gifting
Sharing themselves in a way which now fill my memory banks
In fact, let me borrow from my American friends and give thanks

Let me start off this little exercise of a thankful ode
With my academic colleagues from all over the globe
We all learned in different classes and now come together
Making stronger ideas which are more likely to weather

Growing up, I never really had spice in any form
Truly, I was a product of where I was born
But recipes and dishes of many a wonderful taste
Have migrated worldwide right into my waist

Music and movies now no longer stop at the border
They stream into our lives and help us find order
Then there's idioms, philosophies, everything in between
So much is different for each <insert country>'s dream

The world turns. And it carries people and all their history.
For that, I am thankful. For the many things it has given to me.
Maybe, one day, I too will live outside of my birth nation.
And share a bit of all I have learned from the global migration.