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Who Gets to Travel to “Find Themselves”?

The spirit of manifest destiny has been rebranded into the travelogue.

In this age of going nowhere, I’ve been thinking about the times I could not sit still. My life has been defined by the arc of a plane. If my mother hadn’t boarded a plane from Colombia to England in 1976, she never would have met my father. If my British father hadn’t left London for a one-year teaching job in Houston solely on the basis of his love of American diners and cowboy boots, I would not have been born in the States. If my parents hadn’t crisscrossed the ocean once more when I was a kid, movement may not have felt so integral to who I am.

Wallace and Gromit