If you’ve ever travelled abroad, you’ll know what it is to be an 'alien'. I’ve never really labelled myself as one during my life on the road as a performing artist, but believe me, I’ve felt like an alien more times than I can count. Scratching my head about the food, the transport, the unique national customs bound up in a foreign language (or one I struggle with having not spoken it since school…). For brief periods of a few weeks or even a couple months, it’s manageable, even novel to start a home from scratch out of a hotel room or rented apartment. But I struggle to imagine what it would feel like to completely relocate one’s entire life to another country, a foreign town, to live truly as an alien away from friends, family or any kind of familiarity, without much hope of return. For me, that would be a private torture.