Cliquez ici pour la version française sous les photos A few nights ago, a sudden, sharp explosion jolted me—and, I suspect, everyone else—awake. When the relative Manhattan silence returned, I drifted back to sleep. Somewhere between asleep and awake, my brain slipped into a kind of lucid dream and answered a question I had been asking myself for days: What would my first post from the United States be about? The answer was surprisingly simple. I am in the United States, and

From childhood pen pals to cross-cultural marriage, a deeply personal reflection on travel, living abroad, and the emotional difference between finding a place to stay and truly belonging. The seeds of “elsewhere” were planted by my father—or perhaps by the fairies above my crib. ^_^ He spent his life in the navy and came home every few months with stories from far-off ports with magical names...