
A Personal Atlas of Belonging
There’s something quietly moving about tracing the arc of a life across cities. It begins as a travel diary and unfolds into a personal atlas,

There’s something quietly moving about tracing the arc of a life across cities. It begins as a travel diary and unfolds into a personal atlas,

Entry to Montreal coming from the USA. The customs officers there were proud of their bilingualism, English as a foreign language and French as their

Prepare for Landing. We departed at Dallas and are on our way to Montreal. I had used the time on the plane to work. I