As I grew up, I got used to moving. I was constantly moving in and out of homes, sometimes to a new city while other times to a completely different country. When I was one year old, I left Miami for Barranquilla, Colombia, where I spent four years with my grandfather. My grandfather always reassured me with an Arabic proverb "Continuing in the same state is impossible" meaning that every change is always beneficial despite its appearance. At the time I was too young and naive to understand his point of view. But now, after his death, I have begun to truly grasp the meaning behind the words he said to me. When my fifth birthday arrived, I was on another lonely plane flying through the foggy sky passing through cloud after cloud, waiting apprehensively to see my mother after spending two years apart. I quickly became attached to my supposed “new home” in Puerto Rico, but like clockwork, within a year I was back to my previous nomadic lifestyle. This time I returned to South Florida and embarked on a city hopping debacle; you...