About this time last year, my daughter and I were boarding a plane to Pakistan.
This is not a sentence I ever predicted I would be typing out. We are not Pakistani, or even South Asian, but of hearty Polish, German and Irish decent, and we do not work for the government or the military. On the list of places I’ve thought I might live in my life, my aspirations drifted about as far as the West Coast of the U.S., except for a very happy stint studying abroad in college. Continue reading