Identity Theft | Communicating.Across.Boundaries. The day my passport expired and I realized there was no upcoming reason to renew it, I felt as if I had been robbed of my identity. Even Sandra Bullock in the chick flick “While You Were Sleeping” had a passport and she hadn’t set foot outside the United States. At that time I was in a Victorian house on the Northshore of Boston living someone else’s dream and someone else’s life with no need for what had always been my ‘must-have’ tool of life – a passport.
I had known what a passport was since I was a tiny person. “Don’t forget your passport” in our house was like “Don’t forget to wash your hands” in other homes. My identity had already taken a beating. On moving back to the United States after a childhood and many years of my adult life overseas, I quickly learned there were times where I needed to bite my tongue and not talk about my life overseas. Dinner with Yasser Arafat’s brother, or meeting with the Arab League were conversation stoppers. My passport was my grown-up teddy bear.
Let’s Pretend This Never Happened ( A Mostly True Memoir) I cava Arpenello i endoria Olue. Just a Third Culture Kid | From the Heavenly Kingdom. Musings of a Third Culture Kid.