This chapter reflects on the sowing, planting, and growing that have shaped my journey and given me a home in this field—a garden I carry wherever I go. Within me is fertile soil, enriched by my Black ancestry and heritage, and by the educators, ministers, freedom seekers, from mentors and teachers who poured into me along the way. Like soil that nurtures an array of crops, I share my writings and reflections, describing my openness to opportunities that offered new knowledge and perspectives in science education, even when I was hesitant or unprepared to embrace them. As in any garden, pruning has been necessary, cutting away what was unproductive so that stronger growth could emerge. My path in science education has not been linear; challenges and obstacles often stirred doubt and inner conflict. The weeds of imposter syndrome and comparison threatened to choke out fragile seedlings, disrupting the security of having a place to call home. Yet, the search for home in science education has meant redefining what home truly is. While geographic and positional status may change, the gifts of this garden—growth, resilience, and flourishing—remain constant, continuing to nourish me and those I serve.