H
ow long have you been living in Singapore?”
It’s a question taxi drivers have been asking me since I arrived from New York nearly 20 years ago.
In the beginning, the answer was small, just a year, then two.
My husband and I had come with a two-year plan. Freshly married, we told ourselves it was an exciting chapter in our new life together. We left boxes in the basement of my sister’s Brooklyn apartment, assuming we’d be back for them soon.
But as the number crept past that deadline — five years, then 10 — those boxes slowly made their way over.
These days, it’s not just taxi drivers asking how long we plan to stay.
My mom comments on how far away we live, now that it includes her two grandchildren. My in-laws gently remind us of the advantages of being closer. Everyone seems to assume there’s a logical next stop, a final destination that will eventually make sense of everything.
But somewhere along the way, Singapore stopped feeling like a chapter and started feeling like muscle memory. I’ve lost my tolerance for cold weather after years in the tropics. Back in New York, walking into someone’s apartment without taking off my shoes feels strange.
Still, there are reminders that my life is split across borders. As an American, I file US taxes every year — the US is one of the few countries that require it of citizens abroad — a constant reminder that I’m living between places.
My two kids look genuinely confused when someone asks them, “Where are you from?”
As more families build lives abroad, we’re not the only ones being asked that question.
In 2024, about 3.3 million Americans were living overseas — a 15% increase since 2010 — according to a Federal Voting Assistance Program estimate that pieces together tax records, Social Security data, and foreign census figures. Because Americans don’t have to register when they move abroad, there’s no official count.
In this series, you’ll hear from others who have made homes overseas, at different ages, for different reasons, and at different stages of staying, all answering the same question in their own way: Where is home, really?
