As I grew up, I got used to moving. I constantly moved in and out of houses, sometimes to a new city and other times to a completely different country. When I was one year old, I left Miami on my way to 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 any change is always beneficial despite its appearances. At the time, I was too young and naive to understand his point of view. But now, after his passing, I have begun to truly understand the meaning of the words he said to me. By the time my fifth birthday arrived, I was on yet another lonely plane soaring through the hazy sky passing cloud after cloud, waiting with apprehension to see my mother after spending two years apart. I quickly took a liking to my so-called “new home” in Puerto Rico, but like clockwork, within a year I was back to my old nomadic lifestyle. This time I returned to South Florida and embarked on a city-to-city debacle; You...