You belong, you don't belong, you belong again. You love your new life, you hate it, you love it again. You've found yourself, you've lost yourself, you're found once more. You need the distance, the distance haunts you, you cherish the space away. You move, you return, you can't wait to move back.
Expats belong to the tide and no longer to either shore.
Just a thought to consider as the century changes in Paris on December 31th. Author of the novel Once Removed , he also edits the literary journal Frank . Anglophone S.A. Permission is granted to make WWW links to this page. All other rights reserved.