I’ve never had a home and often wonder what it would be like to have one. I packed my first suitcase at six and from that point on, home was in a borrowed room in Manila, a basement in San Francisco, or a corridor of an acquaintance’s house in Buenos Aires.

Home was also sometimes a beautiful apartment in a colonial building, or a house with enough space to play chase in. I have moved forty-two times and lived in Taiwan, Argentina, Chile,...
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