The Homeless Expat

“Home is where the heart is.” Well, that either means I have no heart or no home, because my heart is broken apart among family members I miss and beautiful places I’ve traveled, and my home is somewhere between Massachusetts and Madrid. A tiny piece of my heart is...
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Giving Up Driving in Spain

When a Car Is No Longer a Necessity I remember the first time I drove a car. I was sixteen years old and had just gotten my driver’s permit (a pass/fail computer exam). I got into the car with my father, eager to learn this essential adult skill. As...
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