When Your Home’s Land Isn’t Your Homeland

My family speaks one language, I was raised in another — and my heart and mind speak a third

Bordeaux, France. Photo: Cavan Images/Getty Images

A few months ago, I filled out a form that confirms that I will one day be buried in the Comoro Islands, my mother’s homeland, rather than France where I grew up — but I used the wrong Social Security number. On purpose. I miswrote the…