A recent conversation sucked me, feet first, into the black hole of expat doubt. And by doubt, I really mean: “What the hell is going to happen to my kids at the end of this experiment?” The conversation, with a brilliant friend who studies cultural differences, was about the unknown effect of removing yourself from…
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I’m Grateful to be Living Outside America–And That Breaks My Heart
I’m an American. I root for Team USA during the Olympics. I get a little misty-eyed when the flag is raised or I hear the first strains of The Star Spangled Banner. I sigh in delight over rockets red glare on the Fourth of July. I wax poetic about the joy of a cheeseburger and…