My diplomas elevated me to a completely different lifestyle than that of my parents, but it created a vast divide between my family and me. Between the immigrant experience and the expat one. Now when I travel, I easily connect with other expats, with professionals who graduated from prestigious universities and work in sectors like finance, politics, business, and education. I network, I exchange business cards printed on shiny cardboard, I make jokes about people’s lawyers, I talk about my former college acquaintances who are running for office or writing research papers or pursuing their PhDs. I am now part of a world which my parents could never touch. It’s a world that travels with me as I travel, a world that finds me even if I don’t actively pursue it. The world of expat. The world of an unsaid, unseen power that I paid for with six years of my life and cost me $46,000.