I am a "stranger here myself"; my brother and I were born in South Africa, and then quickly familiarized ourselves with the suitcases, packing boxes, and airport lounges that would become the symbols of our childhood. My parents made their careers out of turning our lives upside down and making them unrecognizable- by crossing international borders every few years including; Namibia, Holland, England, the United Arab Emirates, Saudi Arabia and Bahrain (not military, diplomats, missionaries, or even fugitives; the more obvious answer of 'dentist with exceptionally itchy feet'). While my brother has sublimated his developmental experiences into a career as a pilot, I have careered into restlessness. This is evidenced by an accumulation of certificates from various academic institutions, waiting to be framed and hung on the wall (but in actuality sit in oversized envelopes collecting dust).