It’s been three months since I came home, and you can see the pain in my face — I don’t feel like myself anymore. There’s a massive construction site behind my house, and on the other side is my family’s business. I feel stuck between worlds I no longer want to live in. Every time…

I snapped a photo leaving American soil in Boston and didn’t realize it was the real beginning. One last shoreline, winter trees, the plane lifting away, clouds in the window like a row of tiny moons. It didn’t feel dramatic. It didn’t feel like I was changing my life. It just felt like I was…