To me it means trading belonging for life lessons only learned as a foreigner. I often feel lost, unmoored, and without a home, but how else would I experience such richness? I think leaving one’s comfort zone is to become vulnerable, which is obviously uncomfortable, but vulnerability also means openness, and openness means receptiveness to lessons and experiences that would not come otherwise. The level at which I can connect to another human when every conceivable social construct is stripped away is something deeper and more expansive than I could ever experience with another American. It comes at a very high price that often makes me sad, but it’s also absolutely extraordinary. For now, it’s a worthwhile tradeoff.