To Americans with gumption and capital and education, globalization made big dreams possible. It was more than an economic theory; it was a way of life. Nearly every one of my closest friends had lived or worked overseas for a stint. My social circle teemed with so-called third culture children: born in one country, raised in another, living or working in a third country as adults. I’d attended birthday parties in Italy, France, and Morocco; weddings in Thailand and Switzerland; a reunion of old friends in Cambodia and the Hague.
