My awareness of the courage required to exist between worlds is only tangible while traveling between them. The day before leaving the U.S. everything seemed wobbly and surreal; the Starbucks that has taken up residence in what used to be a Friendly’s restaurant near my parents’ house in suburban Boston looked to me as though it could beam into space at any second. It is incredibly liberating to bear witness to this impermanent sense of place. The act of traveling is a spiritual declaration of freedom. It requires sacrifice but rewards the brave with the perspective that home is truly “a moveable feast”, a lunchbox to be packed on a life journey.

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