The other night in Auckland, the alternative rock band Gorillaz
performed at Vector Arena down the street from my flat. I didn’t have to
go to the concert– I had the best seat in the house right from my own
balcony, sort of like the Wrigley Field Rooftops in Chicago.
It was the first summer evening of the southern hemisphere, and I sat
listening to the band with a few expat friends and a nice bottle of one
of New Zealand’s Sauvignon Blancs… and once the music faded, we started
talking about expatriation– what makes people stay and what makes people