The Art of Getting Lost to Find Yourself If I had a penny for every time I went against sound advice, I’d have enough to defy even more advice, quit my job(s), and live on a remote island somewhere in the Pacific. In my twenties, particularly my early twenties, life felt hollow and heavy all…

My parents waited four years before buying garden furniture for our first home in Dubai. Every year, they’d pick out the sturdy umbrella and durable chairs they liked, a slightly different shade of blue each time, before abandoning the catalogs to collect dust for another 12 months. “Who knows how long we’ll be here?” they’d…