I briefly returned to Malaysia, where I grew up, after graduating. After dinner one night, walking towards Independence Square where bored bikers lounged outside the courthouse buildings, the air reverberated with the sound of prayer, roadside stalls crowded with shoppers. Ramadan was almost over and the city would empty out for the holidays, quiet for the briefest instant. The city was all all around me, reminding me that no matter how far I went I was part of two worlds. Both there, and here.