I have come to see that I am an argumentative person who is frequently convinced that my angle, my take, on a matter, is the right one. This kind of delusional self-belief is not rewarded in many other spheres of social life, so I write essays. There is a Turkish saying that one's home is not where one is born, but where one grows full - dogdugun yer degil, doydugun yer. Root & Branch unsettles neat descriptions of inheritance, belonging and place. Eda Gunaydin's essays ask: what are the legacies of migration, apart from loss? And how do we find comfort in where we are?