I’ve spent many years obsessing over opposites. Again and again, I’ve tried to belong and to leave. The pleasure of being accepted while moving on thrilled me—still does. During the last two decades, I’ve crossed borders not only between countries, cities, and neighborhoods, but also between corporate and art settings, luxury and practical homelessness, friends and enemies, men and women, even between bullying and getting bashed. Do these contradictions make me unique? Hardly. Does writing about them make me more honest? Yes. And it is this sharing that gives me hope for something more prized and lasting in my life.