For people like us who live nomadic lives by choice, there are times we get stuck in a place. We believe we are going to be in Hong Kong or Amsterdam for the rest of our lives. Of course we won't. 'Rest of our lives' is too remote we are 'short term' people. We live 2-3 years in a place. We make friends -- we love fiercely, we live life intensely and we set up homes like we'll never leave. But we do. We leave. And it is sad. It's bittersweet .. It's the expat life. We live well but we live small deep slivers of life in strange cities that inconceivably become home. And after a decade of this life, I will have it no other way.